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It was to be his last
December 17, 2011
It was to be his last
Words spoken that would attack my heart
Can't say but I knew it was only a start
These lies that were like knifes
Cutting through like angry lies
Future years left on top of broken cliffs
Inching closer every time he says
Things that poke at my feet
Moving them forward before I can think
Leading me into my own deathly trap
With his guidance I move closer to my death
But it wasn’t his fault
My feet belong to me
Moving on its own
Without me needing to think
Leading me to hell
Creeping closer
With my own will
I fell
© Jessica T., Cincinatti, OH
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