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the victim
I was sculpted by my mothers womb,
but I was then twisted by men,
men who couldn’t keep their words or their hands to themselves.
you ruined my life but I hoped that I could make myself less of a victim,
but it was the role I was perfect at playing.
I put myself in vulnerable situations with the hope i could repaint the walls of my brain,
I hoped the new paint would mask the mould,
but I could still smell it,
and I could still see it,
and eventually the mould still seeped through.
there’s nothing I could do,
there’s nothing you could do,
and I don’t think I’ll ever be ok again.
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but I was then twisted by men,
men who couldn’t keep their words or their hands to themselves.
you ruined my life but I hoped that I could make myself less of a victim,
but it was the role I was perfect at playing.
I put myself in vulnerable situations with the hope i could repaint the walls of my brain,
I hoped the new paint would mask the mould,
but I could still smell it,
and I could still see it,
and eventually the mould still seeped through.
there’s nothing I could do,
there’s nothing you could do,
and I don’t think I’ll ever be ok again.
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