My joy will come,
I’ve wept enough,
I’ve stayed silent and masked it as being tough,
ENOUGH is ENOUGH.
I’ve put up with it for too long.
And I can go on and on but I’m D-O-N-E.
I’ve written enough!
Good riddance and good night,
I will fight,
I was raised right.
You’ve got the wrong one.
My hand is tired, I’m done.
(Insert cheesy and dramatic pen drop here)

Thank you Jesus!

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