Breaking FreeMature

  I know you're wondering...though you'd never dare ask...what gave me the strength to leave you.  I know it's eating at you; crawling underneath your skin.  The independence you took pleasure in starving me of for so long is mine once again, and you can't stand it.

     You were untouchable.  Nothing I could ever do to you would strike you quite like you struck me.  I tried to see someone else.  I tried to give them my heart, and you laughed.  I was already yours.  I tried hurting you; I threw fists.  But I only hurt myself.  The scars and bruises never heal.  You were immortal, until I learned what makes you weak - what you thrive on: control. 

     I was your puppet.  But now, I'm cutting strings.

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