A World.

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Trusted you more than anyone else,
Who knew I'd fall in potholes of seven different hells?

Broke my trust,
Tore me apart,
Did injustice to my already shattered heart.

So go ahead and light me up,
Break my bones, tear my flesh,
It might help you to start afresh.

I hate getting up again, and then, again fall.
What wrong did I do,
to deserve nothing at all?

How long need I act that I'm tough?
This world is too much for me; too rough.
I think I might call right here my bluff,
I am tired and need to get away from so many stuff.

-Nikolina K.

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