You can be my miracle or a curse.
And I get to pick what I am to you too.
The power in that is more than you understand now.
When it hits you,
you’ll not know what knocked the air out of you,
you punched me when I was looking in your eyes.
Hoping to find comfort.
No revenge is needed,
no hate will come from me.
You will see the hell
and wished you had given me heaven
when you had me.
Calosha Gomes 
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