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So much of my life is my own fault I want this, I need that, I, I, I Rustified, circular logic so alone, its unfair deserving no one He came, brought me to him, took me to him showed me a bright, thoundering light I could only, desperately shy away, turn my eyes look alway, flinch at his gentlist touch turn his words to lies This fit my reality, fit my truth I had to mold him to a pattern break him, to prove my worth laugh at his quiet peace interrupt his turn intruduce him to my bleak world, pain misery, sharp, thorned radiators blame him for my pain cut him, a razor's sharpest tongue my brittle, poor, dry self He is so free, my resentment boils shouldering responsibility a firey, solid life to which, my forfiet is complete, sold my pennance slavery is my only worth, my only lot, its a woman's place the strings are cables, heavy chains, locking bolts keeping me safe, its my only precedent I won't let him, can't trust him cut me loose, weigh me down with responsibilities I have done enough freedom is not my sorry life, flashing resentment controls my choice, burns broken will, regrets, hate, so I am will, refusal to change it is all I know I will cherish and keep it close for better, for bitter worth for worse, in wilting sick and health, such a vow my marriage shift lost promises broken he didn't lie
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Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 9:11 PM UTC
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So much of my life is my own fault I want this, I need that, I, I, I Rustified, circular logic so alone, its unfair deserving no one He came, brought me to him, took me to him showed me a bright, thoundering light I could only, desperately shy away, turn my eyes look alway, flinch at his gentlist touch turn his words to lies This fit my reality, fit my truth I had to mold him to a pattern break him, to prove my worth laugh at his quiet peace interrupt his turn intruduce him to my bleak world, pain misery, sharp, thorned radiators blame him for my pain cut him, a razor's sharpest tongue my brittle, poor, dry self He is so free, my resentment boils shouldering responsibility a firey, solid life to which, my forfiet is complete, sold my pennance slavery is my only worth, my only lot, its a woman's place the strings are cables, heavy chains, locking bolts keeping me safe, its my only precedent I won't let him, can't trust him cut me loose, weigh me down with responsibilities I have done enough freedom is not my sorry life, flashing resentment controls my choice, burns broken will, regrets, hate, so I am will, refusal to change it is all I know I will cherish and keep it close for better, for bitter worth for worse, in wilting sick and health, such a vow my marriage shift lost promises broken he didn't lie
the-unbeliever
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Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 9:11 PM UTC
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