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Jul 2012
Do you see this monster
Well I can't anymore
Have I just grown used to my hell
Am I just used to the burns
I just really don't care anymore
I'll take the best
I think I ******* deserve it
I don't see this monster
That you made me think was there
So how will you control me now
I understand now that you poisoned me
Love that strangles
Can you justify yourself
You are just a twisted abuser
I am sickened to think you were my puppeteer
The strings have been cut
No more am I controlled
By your sick twisted world
Written by
Angela Herzig
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   Rosaline Moray
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