it happens to other people
you say how sad
you say poor thing
but when its you its something else
its everything.
you'll never believe the nightmares
you'll never know the pain you caused
you'll never see the scars you left
the things you stole
everything lost
you took my body
tore it in half
you took my childhood my heart and my laugh
you took everything i kept for myself
and then you're gone
im not your poor thing
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