Betrayal became my partner-in-crime.
Betrayal saved me from unhealthy relationships.
Betrayal made up for my past wrong-doings.
Betrayal gave me everything I've ever wanted.
At the end of the day, all of the things that I've stolen were all that I had left and Betrayal walked out.
(d.r.)
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Black & Poisonous
Poetry"She had 50 days left to live. She had 5000 words left to say." A compilation of 50-word poems by a child who longed to see a better future than the one they've set for themselves. Each piece takes 12 seconds to read. #833 - 27/05/17 #687 - 28/05...
