"new year, new me"

2016 was a year

where my hands where tightly tied 

together with ropes that smelled

like your hands, 

i hated that smell.

your malignant actions took over

my entire life

like if i were drowning in an ocean with

no way of swimming.


2017 is a new year,

same hair, same height, same eyes,

but im getting rid of the shackles,

im setting myself free.



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