Born of lies, the words are delivered - -
The excuse, on the table, pathetically shivered.
The dysfunctional motion makes me sick - -
The child who remembers, cut to the quick.
I withdraw from the noise - that is my choice - -
A woman now, I have a voice.
But you....you align out of ignorance and fear - -
With her addict's tongue and your enabler's ear.
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Wow, that's lovely.
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