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Broke free of a toxic friendship after eight years of torture

I have people who back me up

I am not alone anymore.

I have a force of power

That will out shine you.

A hand reaches and pulls me out.

Enemies now friends

I hold them dear and close

I pull together

The stringed daggers rip me apart

Slowly, I heal.

Laying down, they lie with me

As I rise my heart and mind begin anew

I wont push you down but walk past you

You are slipping, your touch is weak

Repulsive.

You have lost your hold

Friends?

When?

I am free and you are alone.