Detox

I called what we had "A poisonous relationship" I apologize but it's true You made me physically ill I had to medicate myself In order to put up with you And your apathy And your people pleasing And your mother and her fake religion You made me sick Like poison Maybe not cyanide arsenic or mercury Because I'm not dead I'm healing I'm getting better Despite drinking your poison for such a long time I'm still here Detoxing

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