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Turning Tables
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My Broken Heart I thought I had the upper hand,
but you slammed down
an angry fist
and reversed the blame.
Somehow my wrists
were restrained,
chained by the shame.
I can’t keep living
against the grain
and expecting change
when it splinters the same.
Step by step,
I walk out the door
because...
I just can’t take it anymore.
