This is your game.
You created the rules.
I just follow them.
I gave up my drive,
and my autonomy
to allow you to direct me.
Decision made for a life given up.
It’s insane.
Who chooses that? I did.
Why?
Scared to be alone,
frightened to live,
hard to find my way.
I let you.
You owned me.
You don’t care.
Fuck me
Wow, powerful stuff. Loved it.
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Thanks! 😊
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Sounds like a game of chance. Nicely done, but troubling. 🎲
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Yes, abuse sometimes works that way. Thanks for the nod though. 🙂
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OUCH! Nice write Susi. 👍💜🙂
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Mentally and physically. Thanks!
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🙂
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