The State of Being Secured


United States
41° 29' 59.0568" N, 88° 2' 45.9204" W

You slapped me for a year, I endured.

You kicked me for another, I matured.

You abused me for the last time; I became inured

why "last time" you ask? Why look over there,

In that coffin I was laid, buried deep away from your abuse, 

for I am now totally...secured.


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