many moments lost to memory of what should have never have been
should have run but I stood still
feeling cornered you might surprise yourself
how did things get so messed up
what you said to me was not ok; now I wonder how I’ll ever get away
torture cleverly disguised as somebody who could care
blah blah blah despair
something so rare
unfair
if you dare
nothing left to spare
how many lives have you turned inside out
how many lies
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