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Mar 8
I remember the way I screamed,
While you walked free, so redeemed.
You left me crawling in the dirt,
But I won’t break, I won’t get hurt.

You played me like a worthless toy,
Just to shatter, just to destroy.
Left me bleeding, torn apart,
Now taste the wrath you chose to start.

You built a throne on my broken bones—
Now watch it crumble under your own stones.
No more mercy, no more cries,
I'll rise while your kingdom dies.
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ninniography  18/F
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