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Jul 2013
I wash my hands till your smell no longer clings to me
And I keep my head held high to redeem everything you took from me
And I hum MY anthem
Of sweet revenge
To avenge what I couldn't see

My thumbs twiddle and body fidgets
As a glare at my newly twisted image
My bones stick out, and my mouth remembers no taste
You did this to me, you made me this way

It's not that my heart has died, it's just learned not to cry
And it's not that I don't miss you
It's that you never cared, and you'd never dare to
Margaret Mary
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