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You live in my head Never paying a cent I pray for the day you are evicted And as much as I try to throw you out You drowned me in your quicksand Pulling me under So I can’t breathe Your way of reminding me That as badly as I may want it You’ll never leave I squeeze my head with my hands hard enough that I leave red marks on my skin Trying to remember the day I ever let you in But I never did You forced your way in You crushed my lungs And twisted the wires of my brain And changed the beat of my heart To distract me from your scheme To give yourself just enough time To force yourself in Like a predator stalking its prey You created a trail to lure me in That is what you are you know A predator Through the door and down the stairs I didn’t realize it was too late Until I saw no one else was there You locked the door from the outside And no matter how much I screamed And how much I cried Your cynical laugh haunted my ears Scared my brain And created my fears And even when I sleep with the lamp on The darkness is too potent for me to dream Even with all the lights on it's not bright enough to blind me from the memories that haunt my head I am still one of your hostages even when I go to bed And when I wake up in the morning And when I brush my teeth And when I drive my car No matter how long I drive Deep down I know you are never far You will always be right around the corner Down the stairs And through the door Living rent-free in my head And I will always be stuck down there Screaming for the glorious day Someone tells me you are daed

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Date: 11/2/2022 2:14:00 PM
Caitlyn, I am so sorry that these memories are intruding on your life. There is help and you have every right to ask for help! The one small thing I can tell you is what I use- the paint brush. When any scrap of disturbing images arise, I paint them out! Be persistent! They train just like a dog. "NO!" Best wishes Elizabeth
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