this time

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playing games with my mind

I know what you are trying to find.

leaving bruises behind

I tell myself.

walk away but I stay.

you push me down.

tell me where I belong.

I'm weak not strong.

I'm lost and no one cares.

if I'm found

your words are cruel,

like fuel on the fire.

you have me now,

where I belong,

below you, on the ground

I feel the kick.

I know the whip.

I can't take much more.

I'm losing my grip.

I'm going to flip.

playing games with my mind

I cannot take it, I'm done.

this time.

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