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It's not abuse
There are no
no outlandish scars
no black eyes
I told myself
I will not be fooled again
I told myself
he's realized his mistakes
I always said,
if it was me,
I'd leave after the first strike,
the first blow,
there were no blows,
there were no strikes
it was just a bad situation
bad things happen,
once in awhile,
all of his stories are the same,
they were all crazy,
he was just trying to help them,
don't bother with her,
she's a basket case
nothing matches up
there are no truths,
there is no substance
I feel sick.
it's not like that,
you're just over-reacting,
that's not what I said,
you're just hearing what you want to hear
I've been had.
No matter how much I tell myself,
that getting anxious will do me no good,
that I should be above all this,
that it will just make things worse
my body hums with anxiety,
it will never
puppetPuppet on a string, puppet on a fucking string,
Manipulate me, make me dance,
I'm your entertainment,
Like a wounded animal caught in a trance.
Round and round I go, on parade, its all for show,
I'm your entertainment; I'm your toy,
Here when you're lonely, here to bring you joy.
I can't see this ending, but then I couldn't see the start,
Broken and torn by you,
Yet you still hold my heart.
Its broken and bleeding,
Lying in your hand,
Tightened my strings, too hard to stand.
I'm here, I'm waiting for you to appear,
Tangled in my strings, caught within my fear.
When will it end, make the spinning stop,
I am your paper doll,
Tossed aside and crumpled,
waiting for you to smooth me out or set me alight.
A slap across the face is like a tender touch,
I would give anything for you to look at me again
I am your paper doll, crumpled and forgotten.
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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