I hate the way

Portland OR

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I hate the way you taught my bones to lie for you. The way I can't even trust my own gut because my bones pass notes of deceit. The inner turmoil bubbling and bursting at the seams of my ego. I hate the way you sauntered back into my life with a self-made hall pass, expecting access to me. I worked so hard to rid my life of the fallacies you convinced my brain to believe, only to be left at battle with myself. I hate the way you consistently have hooks tethered to my body, keeping me in your sphere no matter how hard I try to run away.