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Hands splayed out strong, pressing hard on my chest

Fingers thrusting in, one gust of wind knocks me down

Into the dirt, under your feet, with shadows coming around;

Above me you laugh, striking away the pest

A bully whom I so detest.

 

If faith in you has taught me something, besides trust in nothing

Even after our bonding, as a redeeming value of true kin

Would it be blithely unsuspecting that cruel sin?

 

My dangling dreams and dank desires wrought with such clarity

Believing in you, and you deceiving just barely

Now you’re ripping up pieces of my own security

 

Crumbling into the grim, cheek against the grass

Your deception in mind, a pleading in my heart

I am wishing, hoping, praying for a new start,

But a friend’s betrayal will always last

And through the grimaces appears my mask.

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