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You left.

You turned your back.

When you promised you wouldn't



For the longest time,

I couldn't trust.

Because of you.



It was darkness.

A color between black and grey.

I was a dismal, depressing color.



Promises shattered like glass.

The sting of betrayal.

Trust that couldn't be put back together.



Maybe it wasn't you that changed

Maybe it was me.

Maybe I had grown up

While you stayed the same.



And while you stayed the way you were,

I learned and grew

And saw more.



I understood more.

And knew what you had done.

I couldn't believe it



Or I didn't want to.

And while you betrayed us,

I turned away from you.



Maybe it was me who walked away.

Because of you.

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