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Betrayal


As he left me there on the cold, hard floor bleeding physically and mentally, I couldn’t think of what made him to this. I loved him and thought he loved me back. Betrayal could be many things, But only people who experience it could know how truly painful it can be. I knew I had only a few minutes left, My vision was already getting blurry. I heard siren coming fast towards my direction, But they would be far too late. Every second that pasted by, breathing was only getting harder. But I didn’t care, I didn’t care about anything. I slowly closed my eyes letting death take what’s left of me to the otherworld. Relief that when I arrive I would not have to ever worry about betrayal again.
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