This is it.
I'm letting go of one of the last shackles from my past, I'm moving forward finally and making progress. I'm moving on from you and I'm not looking back.
I'm finally going to run in the right direction, I'm following the path meant for me, and I'm letting you go.
You'll never be happy, and thats not my fault or my responsibility, I am more than enough and you won't ever make me feel like I am less than I am. I am more than enough, and I am too much for you to even fathom.
I am so much more than just a play thing for you to hurt and observe.
I'm breaking free, you can take back your shackles.
I care for you, but sincerely,
Fuck. You. ♡

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Sparks in the Dark
Short StoryJust short stories and poems and vent writings I make