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Let Her Be
Unspoken secrets shimmer beneath my skin.
To my face, an angry fist, introduces it self to my jaw.
(It must have gotten board of my mouth)
An articulate liar So used to lying, I am beginning to believe them myself.
His words come from lips as he whispers them in my ear.
He only thinks I am worthy to be his slave.
Pieces of a little girl amalgamated with grains of a woman in a throng of emotional torment.
A long drawn out sentence that I use to describe myself.
One night he stole my innocence with a look that spoke to me in an earsplitting, roaring voice.
"I own you"
I always knew that three words would change my life.
I just never knew it would be those.
