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Betrayal
The burning coursing through my veins is starting to take over. It’s consuming my entire being. The betrayal still stings like salt to an open cut. It hurts to move with all of the stab wounds my back has taken. Is it a miracle or a curse that I am still standing? Still holding in each crippling breath and holding in the flames in my chest.
Most would say give up, let go, turn around. But I don’t. I am better than that. Stronger with each flame. I’m going to keep moving until it doesn’t hurt anymore. But you? You will just become another memory. Another has been. Just another name to the list.
Most would say give up, let go, turn around. But I don’t. I am better than that. Stronger with each flame. I’m going to keep moving until it doesn’t hurt anymore. But you? You will just become another memory. Another has been. Just another name to the list.
Published 6th Jun 2016
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