You've destroyed my innocence. You took away my tender essence and my ability to play. I've become a well of grief, dwelling on woes, being torn and numb by so much pain.
I'm not Persephone, I'm Pandora, I'm Penelope. You can't hold me in your arms, you can't repeat your lies to me anymore. I loathe you. I know now the evil that you are and I recall the damage and destruction that you made on others lives. Once one sees the truth there's no turning back, you can't unsee the monster, you can't shake off the disgust.
You created me and you destroyed me, for better and for worse. I am no longer yours.
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