Forsaken from every where but home
No where to go
We feel so defensless against the wost of it.
Being wounded
But never healing
What could he what more.
No ache in his heart to let me go.
Why does he make me feel like nothing.
Why did I ever do to him.
Does he covet my sympathy
But in the end I win.
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