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Once in pain twice in shame A broken heart The peaceful self torn apart. Confidence shattered and doubt instilled. If this isn’t reality, tell me what is real. Tell me how I should think, what I should feel, when the fake becomes genuine. The lies become the truth when words are spoken the consequences are on you and she drags them around with the weight of it on her shoulders piecing things together the best she can, only for them to end bad. Stronger, yes but inside sad. How else can you feel if not a little mad? The heart that still cares won’t interfere. The wreckless one treads on, bringing chaos wherever he may go. If he has any regrets, he’d never let them show. And with so many questions rising to the surface, what is real? Or would you even notice?