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Redemption

He calls
And it’s very difficult
Not to pick up the phone.  
I can’t
Go back
I can’t
Lose track
I can’t
Rot anymore
In his squalid cage
Waiting for him
To make that change
And put me first
For better or worse
I remember when
I felt my worth…
However meager
However small
However hard
It was to crawl.
I fell.
And I’m ready now
To get back up.  
Written by Virginiapetal
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