You threw me down a number of times.
You told me I was worthless.
You told me I was useless.
You told me you loved me.
And the bad thing is that I believed you.
You took control of me and I'm taking it back.
I'm worth more than your bowl of crap.
I am a young lady and I deserve to be treated like one.
You ruined not only me but yourself.
Just for that,
You'll never be treated the same again.
Because I'm taking control.
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