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The Perfect Lie

Like words from the devil,
They sear through my soul
Igniting my heart.
Left as black as coal
.
These knives in my Back,
Remind me of the mistake.
My trust was a gift
That you would gladly take.
.
Left bruised by your words,
I took to heart
You ripped it out
And tore it a part
.
It’s not your fault
If anything its mine
I gave you everything
Guess I was crossing the line
.
Love, love,
cry cry
Why so hard
To say goodbye

~From the darkest part of my heart Storm




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