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I don’t owe you

You pushed me with such force
that I broke
And you have the audacity to say
You need to let go?
Night after day,
you wore me down with words
And where is my voice in this?
It remains to be heard
You made me depend on you,
then took my pillar away
Are you saving me
for some kind of rainy day?
To you, I am nothing
but an object, a heartstring, a fool
Something to be conquered
or used like a tool
You gave me Stockholm syndrome
then you discarded me
A million things have hurt
but this one has scarred me

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