What You Do To Me
Kill me or set me free, you dont know me never have and never will. I thought with time you would be the king a Queen like me deserves but alas you are still the same old tired selfish person you were when I met you. Now dont get me wrong there were somethings about you I thought I liked and could work with but the ends dont justify the means because in a relationship a women should build her man up and in the process be lifted up in our case you were built and reformed into a newer model at the expense of my armor and the wear and tear of all the carrying you has made me forget to polish, wax, and reinforce myself so I say to you be ghost for a Queen like I will never be a damsel in distress when ...I made you... so I have skills and there for will always be sort after. So in essence what you do to me is make me stronger...
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