Whispers in my head, I hear it all so clearly
Negativity in my brain, bordering on weary
Enemy caught me when I was very weak
Tortured me for the treasure that they sought to seek
Vigil I remained, though I admit that they were close
To destroying what I had that was saving me the most
Then I remember in that moment, that I am stronger than I think
So I started focusing on the other side of the chain link
It keeps me strong, it keeps me sane, it keeps me going, it keeps me trained
And so the enemy caught me, but I got out of their trap
Now I know where they're hiding, I got them marked on my map
You'd think that I'd call out the troops to take them by siege
Arrest them, detain them, make them my liege
Treat them like dirt, torture and maim
Paybacks a bitch and all for my pain
But thats not how I roll, for if I did I'd be them
Blood on my hands and brazen in sin.
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Amanda meadows
Recovering addict, dog mom, lgbtqt, advocate for the incarcerated
future cosmetologist, student, artist, poet
lover, fighter, rebel, guardian
These are the words I use to describe me, my life and my journey, because my story is similar to urs
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