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I hate that thought
The one that wakes me
It keeps me high
When I don’t smoke
I hate that thought
It stays in my mind
I try to sleep
But I stay awake
I hate that thought
The traumatic one
Of fear and traps
And no control
I hate that thought
Where I became a slave
Owned by him
No longer my own
I hate that thought
It recurs a lot
I hate myself
For what happened
I hate that thought
I’ll never heal
There is no way out
I am a victim
About the Creator
Basya Penn
Poetry is my therapy
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