Your wicked words dizzy me, floating up and down
Arrows piercing, harsh and cold
We used to walk on the pier
Do you remember?
Hand in hand, creating memories
I was lifted up, but you let me slip
Falling into toxic waters
Filling up my lungs, my heart
I was a little girl again, abused once more
You spiral me in memories, but those of sin
My hand reaches out, grasping, searching
For a moment I feel you, joy rushing
I am saved
It's not your hand that saves me, but my will
Your hand pushes me away, slicing and dicing into me
Words fumble over my clumsy lips and reach your ears
They're pushed back in, fear overturning them
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