Psychopathology

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Fuck you with your glittery surprises

I know their covered in lies

Fuck you with all your gifts

Controlling in disguise

In my life I walk through a prairie, weeds of the past behind me,
But the harvest is looking ripe this time.

I leave you in the dust,
No you can not find me,
You can't pull me back through the woods this time.

Take
the hand
Of death.

Make him,
All yours,
Not mine.

Leave me alone in this world to harvest.
Leave me alone in this world to die.

Don't try to scare me,
I no longer care for my abuser,
I only care about being free from her control.

Rolling through the caves of an overbearing mentality.
Taking all the punches,
They all are directed to me.

When waves of satisfaction finally hit the sand,
You will be gone and I'll be,
My own,
Woman.

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