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It’s finally over! It’s done! I’m free.

So, what does my new future hold for me?

What avenues should I now take from here?

It feels a bit uncertain, not quite clear.


My last relationship did not work out,

I needed to leave; I just had to shout,

‘Your twisted need for sinister control,

Was repugnant torture to my soul!’


I didn’t give in or become their slave,

Would not give them the power that they crave,

The cruel abuse was furious, obscene,

Like little else that I have ever seen.


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