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I tried, I tried, oh how hard I tried.

And finally left before, I died, died...died.

Yet no one can see, the hurt done to me.

Nor noticed the tears I had cried, cried, cried.

The leaving became, my mind-set goal.

To get out of there, while still a little bit whole.

To take myself back, and away from emotional attacks,

Before he fully destroyed, the little left, of my soul.

So now I am finally free, from the pain that defeated,

The brokenness of my heart, has been defeated-

For I am happy at last, with the true one, from my past,

Who fully loves me, just for me, nevermore, mistreated.