Pain has given me nothing for its time
dwelling within my mind.
Isolation was my refuge
to forget everything I read
in a shoebox under your bed.
Its contents shook what I knew of us.
You shredded me, took me for granted,
I caught you red-handed;
fingerprints on the blade matched yours.
What you’ve learned is a lesson, too.
I’m at my worst without you.
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It sucks the amount of suffering you experience after discovering someone’s wrong doing
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