One
One look could cause an uproar
One smile could turn things upside down
One picture could haunt you for the rest of your life
One rumor could cause a disruption
One push could cause a life
One incision, and it’s over.
There’s no more pain.
One apology?
It’s too late.
They’re gone because of you
Because of your ONE item.
All she wanted was to be left alone.
Yet, you pushed her.
Until she decided to let go.
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