The hatred it echos in the mists of deceit,
her words now as empty as the lie she repeat.
My heart has been broken, ripped out, left to bleed,
my last word but a whimper with just sky to concede.
As she walks there's a trail, blackness left in her wake,
and i have to determine which path i should take.
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its awsome i like it
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This is a nice write, short but to the point. I did enjoy it.
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