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So, that class in anger management                                                      that sounded a little extravagant                                                              that  you threw around like an accomplishment                                                                                   while  it  ended up being an embarrassment                                                                                                You   still  get  aggressive   when  angered                           Your heart is still as black as cancer                                                                     You still sulk like a petulant child                                                                       I know, I got those memories on file                                                                  You tell anyone who believes you                                                                        that you've had some miracle breakthrough                                                   But I have learned to walk away                   I ignore your immature displays                                     I  am no longer trauma bonded                                                             I  will  no longer remain haunted                                                               I   used  to  feel  sympathy  for you                                                              now  I  know I  was  being abused
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Sep 9, 2025
Sep 9, 2025 at 1:15 PM UTC
No Longer Trauma Bonded
So, that class in anger management                                                      that sounded a little extravagant                                                              that  you threw around like an accomplishment                                                                                   while  it  ended up being an embarrassment                                                                                                You   still  get  aggressive   when  angered                           Your heart is still as black as cancer                                                                     You still sulk like a petulant child                                                                       I know, I got those memories on file                                                                  You tell anyone who believes you                                                                        that you've had some miracle breakthrough                                                   But I have learned to walk away                   I ignore your immature displays                                     I  am no longer trauma bonded                                                             I  will  no longer remain haunted                                                               I   used  to  feel  sympathy  for you                                                              now  I  know I  was  being abused
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