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Did it make you feel good when you tore me down?
When you crushed my spirit, wearing that cold frown?
Did it bring you pleasure to see me in despair,
To inflict your pain and make me unaware?
Did it make you feel good when you lied with ease?
When every word spoken was meant to deceive?
Did it give you satisfaction to watch my tears,
To manipulate my love, my hopes and fears?
Did it make you feel good when you played your games?
When you used my weakness to fan your wicked flame?
Did it fill your void to control my life,
To cut my wings, preventing me from taking flight?
Did it make you feel good when you caused me pain,
When you unleashed your rage, your darkness uncontained?
Did it fuel your ego to watch me crumble,
To revel in my suffering, leaving me humble?
But now I stand stronger, I refuse to be weak,
For I have found the strength that you could never seek.
I'll no longer be a vessel for your abuse,
For I've discovered, within, my own self-worth and truth.
So, dear abuser, know that your power won't define,
The path I choose, the love I'll now embrace as mine.
Your actions may have scarred me, but they won't break,
For I will rise above your cruelty and pain's ache.
And as I heal, I'll spread my wings, learn to fly,
Leave behind the shadows you painted in my sky.
I'll reclaim my joy, my voice, my life anew,
For my worth and happiness were never meant for you.
So did it make you feel good when you held control?
I'll leave that with you, a burden for your soul.
For I've found liberation from your toxic reign,
And now, my abuser, I'll never be the same.
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