stronger

a point were you begin to ask yourself who am i living for is where i stand. i have been picked and pulled many ways pieces used broken and bruised. wonder who i am these days? me too. looking in the mirror sorrow is decresed pressure is released. battered and used i see this is my limit. endurance no longer exsisting i hurt. chances ungivin with lies that become true. i started not to see me but only you. im unclean yet unused. taking too much is when the world wants nothing more than for me to lose. not me. i put in work and did more than called upon too much more than deserved. you had me in the palm of your hand, your puppet no longer i see im just like you. im a human with flaws.i'll admit that im lost.but im stronger.

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[~Haute*Cocoa~]

i know EXACTLY how you feel, chica! and you released it poignantly in this piece. i also love how you say: "i'm unclean yet unused" to show the paradoxical emotions that pain and betrayal can bring when they're often just merely perceived as 'hurt'.