I am growing weaker in the patterns of the past.
I am not stronger anymore there.
I am stronger in my discipline.
I am stronger in my drive.
I am stronger in my pursuits of
what keeps me alive.
To everything that no longer serves this Human now.
"Goodbye."
The discomfort of the familiar laugh;
like trying to fit this strong body back into my prom dress.
Suffocating.
Those were the sensations that creeped over.
I intentionally slay that human every morning and implement torture to the bitch voice throughout the day.
Who is she?
Not mine.
It is a ghost of the past.
Like the Devil she tried to manipulate her ways
into convincing me I needed to watch this show.
The laugh gripped my apple as she pried my mouth open to
BITE.
But I am stronger now.
Oh, I bit her alright;
then swallowed it in the hours of the night.
She will come back,
but everyday this bitch doesn't know
how ready I am to fight.
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