Betrayal

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It hurts like a burn;

it sears my skin

and then brings blood from within.

I've tried to let go,

but it sticks;

just as a time bomb ticks.

I'll cry out and scream,

but no one hears

my pain or my fears.

Eventually it'll stop,

but the scars

that remain, will not.

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