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I have had Enough Of your Verbal venom You held my arm tight In your iron fist And spit acid on my Wrists Watching it burn holes All the way down to my bones You always did like to watch Your influence in action Or maybe You always liked to be right. Either way, I️ grew up with holes in my skin and my self esteem.
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Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 10:49 PM UTC
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I have had Enough Of your Verbal venom You held my arm tight In your iron fist And spit acid on my Wrists Watching it burn holes All the way down to my bones You always did like to watch Your influence in action Or maybe You always liked to be right. Either way, I️ grew up with holes in my skin and my self esteem.
mallory-michaud
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Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 10:49 PM UTC
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