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Ok the day has come when I am finally over your bullshit.
...again
the never ending grinder pulling and stripping my pride away
reduced to a mass bulbous mess on the floor.
your suprise attacks are never really surprises anymore
I guess you just cant see how hard I work.
I will never be your everything,
you will never be my something else.
grind me down to the bone
go ahead find out whats left.
it doesnt matter any more,
the meat on my bones
the nerves you twist and pull pain from
these are all things that dont stain
the mass on the floor should you choose
to put me back together again
is another story and in those cracks and crevices
those fragments of me you leave behind
will always call for eachother
and never let me forget the cruelty
of your sickening ways
its not for you I stay
its for the pleasure of knowing
how long I last.