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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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