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Betrayal is swift,
is sweet,
is fearful.
Like a sound thief, taking my breath away. I realize this may be the last straw.
After neglect, after desolation,
Deceit.
This is the one thing I can’t bear. And I’m not going to.
What will tomorrow hold?
Shall it be paved with lies or, finally, a strand of the truth?
Either way, it will be beneficial for me.
Your lies won’t waste my time anymore. And this may be the last that can cut through me.
These lies. These lies.
I just want a simple love.
What’s up with that?
