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You wont take me.

Not really.

I have this release.

Cold steel, warmed by my life's blood.



You can't touch me now.

They may not care.

But my blood is still warm.

And I still share it with you.



So I rid myself of it

One cut at a time.

I may be your prisoner

But I have this one small freedom.



What more can you take from me?

There's hardly any of me left

Only your pain.

Am I just your vessel?



Finally I am rid of you

I no longer wake sweating in the dark

I no longer cry in my sleep

I no longer beg you for mercy.



The scars have faded

My smile has returned

My friends love me

Now I can be me again



I fought you for so long

I took my small victories.

You took so much, but I won.

The past is yours, the future mine.



I don't need to hurt to be free.