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Leaving

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I drum my fingers impatiently on the table
I have to leave
I’ll wait for you to go out, I’ll wait for your absence
I have a choice, I have to leave.
You have taken a lot from me
Hope, happiness, confidence, future
Now it is my turn, to give you back
Anger, agony, despair.
Your eyes have mocked me enough,
Your hands have hurt me
But no more, I have told myself
Never ever will you mock me again
Cruel smile, black heart, harsh words
Will all be in the past
I am me, and will always be
Free and happy, as in all my dreams I see.
When you return, I’ll be long gone
Away from you, away from the coward me.
My step will take my away towards my destiny
Hell is what you’ll get, once I am free.
I  drum my fingers impatiently on the table

I have to leave
I wait for you to go out, I wait for your absence
I have a choice, I have to leave.
I can’t believe it’s been eight years since that day,  Thank you God for giving me the strength to do what was right. No one should ever treat us like we are nothing. Don’t let anyone abuse you in any way.
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