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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