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I feel so much anger because of how I gave myself freely to you.

I remember how you love to see me hurt.

I remember your face and the expression of not caring when you saw my pain.

I remember the blows of pain which you threw so freely.

I remember myself as a catcher and taking them all.

I remember myself being in a corner and having no one to turn to.

I remember me dying every time you spoke.

I remember your voice being the knife that put an end to a part of me.