I never expected you to understand.
I left without hesitation.
I'm tired of justifying your actions.
I'm tired of being your second choice.
I seemed far, searching for a beam of light.
It wasn't a love affair. Your grip was so firm on my throat. I breathed by your rules for years, and I moved with heavy chains.
It wasn't a play of love, it was a violent scene from a mid-evil mentality.
All my life I was doubtful and scared. Oh! A book with empty pages was waiting for my pencil.

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