June 4, 2010
I find myself spinning,
Reeling not healing,
From those wounds he left me with.

I was like a child with candy for him to take.
Take he did.
He took me.
Stole me.

Then right after simply sold me.
Like I was no human,
Just an item to sell.

I was nothing.
I find myself spinning,
Never touching ground.

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