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It isn't enough that I do the things you ask
But you want me to beg for more
As you sit and contemplate what degredation
Will come out of your mouth with the next step.
I want to stand up and proclaim my independence
Lashing out at you and your twisted thoughts
Instead I supress my urges and struggle no more
Against what I have become.

You are the one thing I feared the most
And like a moth to the flame, I was there
Until the end you will treat me like a puppet
Tugging and pushing me into harm's way.
There is no fight left inside me now
You wore it out within mere moments
A fluttering memory passes through
As I remember how it once was.

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The following comments are for "Beat"
by xlnt_1

Another homer
Another great poem from you, Penelope. Damn, but I hope you have a good relationship in the near future. Sounds like you've had burn after burn!

Still, as usual, you manage to create the intended emotion in me, make me feel as though I'm right there in your shoes. That's tough for me to do, but seems easy for you.

( Posted by: Viper9 [Member] On: December 15, 2003 )

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