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hopefully this is as good as the others You stole my entire senior year from me prom, graduation , but i can scream about how bad you two fucked me up till my throat is raw and bloodied, but it will never be enough . , ((you wanted control and didn't give a shit if you had to take it from me by force )). But thank you for hell for iam no longer afraid . i will never get those fucking years back but for you j it was fucking tuesday , and for you m you were threatend because i might just might of graduated , become something bigger . but you couldn't let that happen could you you couldn't stand that your perfect teenage girlfriend might accomplish more than you, you ancient predator so you ripped it all from me it started harmless hey if you're not feeling good you shouldn't go to school , hey are you sure you want to go to class today , if you don't wanna go i will not force you . you never wanted to see me succeed . you controlled my every move . I was so busy running I ran right into the arms of a demon . i am no longer that little girl you no longer have any power
I AM NOT NOTHING
If I were bitter I'd say may your friends enjoy your burial , or may your blonde hair green eyed girl meet ((you)) at a party so you watch as everything she is and could be is stolen from her . as you change your tune from not all men to i'm so sorry . if i were vindictive id say i hope your each every breath is haunted with guilt but for that you'd have to have been born of human dissent . but i'm not bitter
Men like you love little girls so easy to control , the more fragmented the better a trail of pieces you leave behind when those little girls become women .
As your crippled body breaks more and more I hope you remember everything you did not just to me but others as well ,on the days you can no longer move i hope you have nowhere to run. I hope you are always reminded of what you'll never be . and i hope it burns like muriatic acid
I AM NOT NOTHING
If I were bitter I'd say may your friends enjoy your burial , or may your blonde hair green eyed girl meet ((you)) at a party so you watch as everything she is and could be is stolen from her . as you change your tune from not all men to i'm so sorry . if i were vindictive id say i hope your each every breath is haunted with guilt but for that you'd have to have been born of human dissent . but i'm not bitter
Men like you love little girls so easy to control , the more fragmented the better a trail of pieces you leave behind when those little girls become women .
As your crippled body breaks more and more I hope you remember everything you did not just to me but others as well ,on the days you can no longer move i hope you have nowhere to run. I hope you are always reminded of what you'll never be . and i hope it burns like muriatic acid
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