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A poem in the style of a birthday card inside-message, for my abuser.

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Your special day! Today you win.

It's all about you, like it's always been. 

You're celebrated for one side, 

But the more true you is one you hide--

A selfish, dishonest usurper, you.

That's the part of you that only I knew.

The worst guy who just sat when I cried,

And took away my sense of pride.

You knew what you were doing, too;

When you made me a part of you.

Did you like playing all those games?

Did it feel good to make me the blame?

Well, this is for you! A day of guilt-free fun.

But you're still an abuser when it's all done.

No amount of therapy can change any of it; 

So happy birthday, you piece of shit.