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I sit in this room,
Thinking of all the good.
But remembering all the shit.
Another broken trust.
A lie after a lie.

Alone I sit,
In a room flooding with tears.
Emotions pouring against the walls.
Remembering times,
Parks, playgrounds.
A childhood memory.

Hurt like a lightning storm.
On a cold summer night.
That one little lie.
Brought darkness to my life.
Did he give you more?
Did he treat you better?

What are you going to do?
when you get tired of him?
Tell him a lie.
Make him sit in a dark room.
Make him cry?

Nothing to play with.
Your life,
Soon to be set a stray.
Why did it have to be this way?
Sitting now,
Dark corner of my room.
Where light once shown through.



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