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No control
Laying here thinking of all the times you broke me. All the time you made me bleed. I have no control over you or my emotions. I am a passanger in my own body. Allowing you to drive. Part of me thrives from it, the other crumbles and weakens with every new turn. How could someone have so much power over me. How could i have gone from a strong independent person to someone who is dependent?
Published 18th Jan 2017
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