free of your hold
never thought i would see it
walking straight without constantly
looking over my shoulder scared of you
receiving this punishment has kept me shamed
letting all this deception eat my insides
i may only have half of my soul
working hard to gain it back
slowly i will rebound myself
im breaking away
pressing on without you having any say
marching forward with what i have left
this sick twisted mind is temporary
intentions on getting better.
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