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A crucial stab right through my heart, a low blow swiftly directed to every inch of my body, one hitting harder than the last, Layn bruised,ice cold, numb at the core, you've managed to damage my inner soul. Empty, confused, lost beyond words stuck on the tongue, afraid of unspoken thoughts crossing my mind. Shattered, beaten, alone to die, suffering from past trauma you caused in my life. Tortured, scared, touched, with no hope I'll survive. Demons surround a world you've created, chaining me down, forcing me to play along. Double sided twins, evil to no end, poisonous snakes slithering deep within, eating from the inside Decay The Flesh once a body, is no longer left. Worthless, I become in your image, like staring into a mirror, same DNA, smile, the thought kills you. As you sit and remember I'm your daughter. Worthless, I've become of the feeling of ever calling you my mother. A crucial stab right through my heart, a low blow swiftly directed to every inch of my body, one hitting harder than the last, and I'll be the one left standing alone, because you chose to walk out the door. Worthless, is what your conscious will hold.
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