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I am stuck with the memories of what you did to me;
Stuck with the memories of you beating me;
Stuck with the memories of you putting a Gun to my head;
Stuck with the memories of you cutting me;
Stuck with the memories of the rapes;
Stuck with the memories of you keeping me off of my life saving medications;
Stuck with the memories of my having cancer and you not caring;
Stuck with the memories of you cheating on me when I was basically dying;
Stuck with the memories of you choking me until I passed out;
Stuck with the memories of you telling me that I wasn't worth the air that I breath;
Stuck with the memories of me having two children by you because you raped me;
Stuck with the memories of you hitting Breanna;
Stuck with the memories of you not letting us out the house;

But that's OK Mother Fucker...
YOU are stuck paying for the kids that you made when you rapped me;
YOU are stuck with the knowledge that I am still here and I am laughing all the way to the damn bank;
YOU are the one the wants to put that same gun to your head and pull the trigger....
DO IT!!!
YOU are the one that made yourself have to go threw this...
YES, I have memories, but you are going threw hell!
Have a nice life... well not really!