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I would like to think I am smarter than him

That in the end, I will win

A grand victor, with much gained

but in reality

He found a perfect mark 

and I loose the fight, just lying there,

uninspired aim. 

I am left in the dark 

Shadows kaleidoscoping across my skin,

and this is important,

Alone and Drinking 

Praying and Crying out for a win.

He finds new ways to hurt me, 

Unimaginable before

I am not the confident shell

Strange face, I kept strapped on so tightly.

I am no longer safe 

in my world of familiar comforts and security.