Hypocrite
She told me to never contact her or her family again,
yet she visits me every night
to remind me of what it feels like
to have fifteen pokers screwed
into my back.
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Paint Us Gray: Part 2
Poetry(This is part 2; please read part 1 first!) Rejection. Betrayal. Heartbreak. Grief. Unfortunately, we've all had a swallow, some more than others, of this bitter brew. This is just a sliver of my chapter that is a part of this world's grand nar...
