All I could say was
Please
We drink and we drink and we drink
Until reality becomes inconvenient
I wake up in the morning
Checking
What parts of me are missing
You erode my will
My ability to make decisions
All I am is an empty place
For you
To do with what you will
And you do
You take what you want
You turn me into something
Pathetically submissive
I try to remember how much of me
I have given up
Each night
Each morning
It’s becoming harder
To gather myself into a person
Again
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