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It took two years, six scars, one lost friend, and infinite fear
before the parts summed up and i found my solution.
Calculating the events to find base one?
Harder than I ever could have imagined.
Abuse is no laughing matter. It's somebody's story.
Tonight, I realize that it's mine.
Cultural. Sexual. Economic. Physical. Emotional.
You antisemite: dressing up as Hitler, harassing my beliefs.
You rapist:fucking my friend and forcing yourself on me.
You thief: breaking into my house and taking what you see, not to mention my freedom and my inner peace.
You controller: holding me down, biting me, scarring me, scaring me, and forcing drugs on me.
You dick: making me feel guilty for my problems and my past, buttering me up and pushing me down- putting your life in my hands and making me live in fear.
You abuser, taking over my life in every way possible, done everything wrong that one could.
Controlling me and making me feel responsible to save you.
But I'm not.
The statistics added up,
I've arrived at my answer.
You may have abused me in every way possible, but I will stand strong.
I have found things so much better than you,
and it's about time that I subtract you out.
Get out of my life so I can be my own controller.
I don't need anyone ruining my life, and if you end your own, I won't be at fault, and I won't intervene.
I spent my time on you, it was a waste, but that's how it goes.
I am not your personal ball of clay, a sculpture for you to mold.
I am my own proud statue that you can't touch.