To be backstabbed is one thing;
but there has rarely been a pain so great as to have been stabbed straight in the chest
to have your eyes gouged out
and your time wasted.
Pillars upon foundations lay in ruin
Obviously, your word meant and never will mean anything
half a decade, thrown into the wind
and the people wonder why the man thrown out a window resents the one who offered him a view.
Your reasons mean nothing. You, mean nothing now.
You walk the streets like everyone else.
I tried to help, I did. I honestly did.
My mistake.
You're more than fine. I'll be fine with time.
But what we had was hanging by a string;
you just lit it on fire and threw it in
This will never be one of those things we can just look back on and laugh.
Not anymore.
The me you knew is gone. You killed him that day.
Another chip on another shoulder
When your false sense of security falls apart, like it always does?
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