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Abi Johnson Feb 2020
Last Christmas.
Worst holiday ever.
No power or water.
Extreme cold.
Poor shelter.
A man without reason.
Stress beyond comprehension.
No chance to see clearly.
Survival was the only priority.
Lies and deceit rampid.
Confusion and fear.
Stealing and looting.
Sweet revenge.
Complete disrespect.
No turning back.
Childish behavior.
Hate and distrust.
No care for a good friend.
No responsibility for her safety,
Threatened and frightened,
She was pushed out the door,
He never said why.
Same **** as all of the times before
He found another *****.
Pushed to find shelter.
Lost in the sadness
Confused and alone.
He designed it that way.
He’s cold as a stone.
He’s ruthless and ugly.
He’s not worth my thoughts.
He took all my money
That’s all that he wants
He knows he’s  *****
IT IS HIS TIME TO PAY
For how he abused and ruined
My holiday.
I hate him for what he did to me.
Not because I want him, I don’t.
I told him that from the beginning,
He’s just a bad joke.
Don’t think it was ok
Or any my fault,
You were the one
The only one to blame
You designed it
Then ran it
****** with my head.
On purpose and planned
To hurt me
And l leave me for dead.
You did that to me
Your dearest friend
So you said.
Look over your shoulder.
Your time is here.
Nobody deserves It more.
I’ve designed this to hurt you.
You taught me yourself.
To be ruthless  
To stand up for myself.
You’ll respect me for sure.
You thought it was over.
You thought you were done.
You made every excuse
For your sickening abuse.
The end.
The end.

— The End —