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Feb 2021
For years, you pulled my strings.
You had a grip on me, and it felt so cold.
Felt like ice surrounding my life and crushing me bit by bit.
You held me prisoner...

Your years of abuse and torture, bent and warped my mind.
At times making me feel like I was nothing.

But guess what??? I cut my strings.
I am falling, but I am free. Free from you. From your harsh words. Free from the madness that was your pitiful soul.

You no longer have a hold on me.
So this is goodbye. I do not wish you well. I wish you the life that you have. Whatever karma falls back upon you, is what you deserve.

Watch me live my life, shaking the earth and rattling the stars.
For I am free, and you can no longer pull my strings.
I am free from your abuse. Free from your madness.
Eric Bergeron
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Eric Bergeron  30/M/Calgary
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