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Traumatized by his demise. And the  he put me thru, damn it's really true. 
I am no longer me I'm someone I choose not to be. 
I'd rather be in hell than under HIS spell.
In some sort of way he kinda won. But it ain't over.. the fat lady hasn't song. 
At least not his song and dance.CUS IM STILL HERE, I STILL STAND. 
I'm somewhere he didn't want me to be. He wanted me buried 6ft deep. 
And I thank by the grace of God I'm still alive. That's because he told me it wasn't my time. 
It's not my job to determine his path. It's my job to wave goodbye to someone in my past.

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