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In the shattered ruins of a friendship gone astray,
Where words of hurt and betrayal still echo and stay.
A bond once strong, now severed and frayed,
In the darkness of silence, our past will fade away.

Through the tears and the scars of an abusive hand,
I stood alone in a wasteland of cruel demand.
No healing in sight, just echoes of pain,
In a toxic cycle where hope is in vain.

No more pretending, no more lies,
Just broken souls under darkened skies.
A friendship lost, a heart in chains,
In the shadows of abuse, only sorrow remains.

But in the ashes of what once was bright,
I'll find strength to stand up and fight.
Breaking free from the chains that bind,
Leaving the torment and pain behind.

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