[Not Of ME]

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My name was a curse.

So they didn't speak it. They hissed it.

My mind was their home.

So I was never alone. Never in peace.

My body was their vessel.

The more I pushed back, the more they lashed forward.

They owned me. They haunted me. They begged me. And they cursed me.

But my heart...that was his. Until it was not.

And then,
they owned my soul.

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