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Jan 2018
You'd grip
my thighs with your fist
and your words

and you'd tell me
I wouldn't be
me
without you.

I listened
as you reminded me
that I was nothing
but your girl.

And you'd promise me
that you would
save me.

You owned my body
my heart
my future
and my mind.

But today I hope
you curl your fist
and choke on your old words
because now I am
Everything
Without you.
It's been a year but this war isn't over.
Em
Written by
Em  Pittsburgh
(Pittsburgh)   
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   Corrine DuBois and KJ
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