I could feel the edge of your sharp knife,
I let my back to be bare for far too long.
You were the one I trusted the most, in a world full of lying devils.
So when you stab me in the back with your ruthless knife, expect my gun to be on your temple soon enough in return my dear.
-an eye for an eye
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Haunted |+18|
PoetryA letter of all the things I cannot say out loud but am constantly thinking and being haunted by. Dark content used in the story Read at your own risk
