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"THE HONEST HURT"

No change in direction
you've exhausted all
in a moments cherished perfection
the wasted time and emotions
sacrafices to meet your firey end
you used me up
fixating on the past
like a dull needle piercing my flesh
stabbing it over and over
leaving your mark all up and down my arms and even my heart, straight on thru my brains and then turn around
to come back again
a never ending and relentless abuse
mine for the taking
and all of those lies you told
they never made past my ears
I just held on ,immune to what I wanted you to believe
bait and hook, an enticing creature
created only for my misery, agony and pleasure...
So don't refuse this eye
the last one remaining
because if I can see the danger I. your face
than I can see the murder in your head
...
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