I stand here all night, in a constant fight
A battle of the mind and will over might
I fall each time, like a ringing chime
Deluding myself that I'm fine ...
I'm ceded-I've stopped being Theirs-
The name They dropped upon my face
With water, in the country church
Is finished using, now,
And They can put it with my Dolls,
My childhood, and the string of spools,
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