This armor...
It is mine to tear away,
mine to shed.
And I will get better.
I will not allow him to continue,
I will not feel his hands or his selfish breath.
And I will hurt and I will feel new,
Nerves exposed.
And you will hurt me and I will cry,
and I will SCREAM
AND I WILL LOVE WITHOUT BIAS
I WILL LOVE WITHOUT WARINESS
I WILL NOT SEE HIM IN YOU ANY MORE.
And it will hurt so horribly.
But it will be nowhere near the hell I am submersing myself in.
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