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For two thousand nine hundred twenty nights and days
I swallowed the following-
My pride, my goals, my ambition, my self esteem, my hope, my prayers, my individuality, my essence and big chunks of my heart
with your bullshit, your lies, your control freak tendencies, your manipulation, your psycho babbling cruel intentions-
And for what?
What do I have to show as proof that I dated- no common law married- the devil’s best friend and mentor?
Nothing.
Because I swallowed all the evidence for two thousand nine hundred twenty nights and days…
All that I have left are legs.
Legs with feet attached.
Legs and feet that will carry my reluctant and exhausted body somewhere that I can hurl it all up and clean it all out-
Before dawn breaks on day two thousand nine hundred and twenty one.
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