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You say I'm the one that betrayed you first.
You say I stepped on your foot intentionally.
You say all sought of words that hurt,
That could pierce into one's heart and leave a handful hole.
You never want to understand.
Is it because I'm too complicated?
Or you just shut your ears against my sinful lips.
Trust was a dangerous word to use.
When karma hit you, I was that same person that stood by you.
But your pride never let you.
Having less words to say,
I sit by my window, watching and waiting.
For the full moon.
So that, I might end my life and bless you to live the life you desire.
Maybe seconds or minutes or even days, I could live for.
But what does one's life matter to you?
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PoetryWelcome, Welcome, Welcome. To the story I tell, To the feelings I reveal, To the words I spell. I wish, I wish that you alone Could understand and capture The words of a young writer. Whom her poems are entangled by Her fallen parts. They call her ...
