Didn’t I tell you, a long time ago
That if you were to hurt me, I’d be
long gone?
You tried to take my free will
To bully me with all of your brawn
I will never be a punching bag
Or a canvas you can paint with bruises
I am and always shall be strong
You’re left with only your excuses
(not something that really happened, just a poem based off of a song)
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