A thanksgiving fills my heart and soul.
I'm finally digging my way out of this vicious dark hole.
I finally see for years what I had need.
Realization of your useless greed.
Out of my life I feel the room I need.
To breathe and relax my soul is no longer taxed.
You broke down my mind,
and my willingness to live.
All in the name of your ego,
and supremacy reigns.
I don't hate you at all but I no longer need,
all the torture and pain to which I almost fatally bleed.
So A thanksgiving is given and so deeply felt.
Stay away from me now I no longer need your hell.
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