Stitched back together weaving the thread and needle,
Bruises all healed, Never let the scars win,
Fought back and I won,
Never used my fist or words,
I just up and left, leaving you cry in the closet,
Like a fetus you tried to take, You were the one sobbing,
Because I just walked away
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