I cried today. The tears didn’t run down my cheek, but swelled and aligned themselves in the rim of my lower eye lids. Their standing guard to keep me from seeing the truth. They see the misery before me and what’s there for all to see. With my heart pounding, my breathing erratic and sheltered beneath my ribs, my soul hurts. O’ my God it hurts. It’s hard for me to see clearly. Betrayal runs ramped thorough my life, and I chose not to see it, acknowledge it, and instead, made peace with it. A sordid companionship traveling the dash with me to a miserable end.
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