Poem #35

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But there's no going back once the gun is fired. The words coming out of your mouth hit me harder than your hands. The words you say you think mean nothing mean everything to me. I make your opinion of me the sun the only one that matters. You throw chemicals in the garden and get mad
at me when I don't bloom the way you want me to. I let this man hold the power of my identity in his hands one wrong move and I'm shattered nothing left nothing more then a shattered soul and shattered bones, a shattered identity.

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