Being Free
I saved you from dying
And what do I get in return: you lying.
I protected you from your demon,
I gave you your right to be a freeman.
Yet you stab me in the back,
Make me pack,
And tell me that we belong in a little shack.
You might have been laughing then at me.
But now the tables are turned, the roles are reversed, I now posses the key.
-Blackrose95
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