Release

Scrolling through the past Is informational It reminds us of who we once were And who we've become Rediscovering feelings We had almost forgotten we had And we'd shared them with the world And we didn't do half bad I thought I'd never escape her Her iron grip leaving bruises where she held us But we did We made it Life got a little better for it too We aren't fixed We are still sad We still have depression But it's not as bad as it was She's gone from our lives Our abuser Tormenter Stepmother And she dares to call herself a fighter

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