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The battle within

Every word swings from the tatters shreds of my heart as they slice so fiercely spitting from your mouth.
I would rather die then to relive the hell you have bestowed on me doomed in an endless loop of regret.
I put the longing for deaths release on hold and squeeze the courage from the damped pages of my tears to exact my revenge.
One day you will gaze upon me in great fear as I pierce your malevolent soul with a double dose of what you gifted me.
That day will be my redemption as I watch you slip away into the hell you created for me and you witness my great escape.