Taunting

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Make these tormenting

Memories leave

Make them disappear,

They haunt every minute

Every second

Of my life

The way your eyes shined

The way you told

Me those beautiful lies,

I let them cloud the truth

The hideous truth

Now I live with regret

The regret of trusting you

The regret of saying yes

Instead of no

This memory creeps up,

Comes to mind

At the most random of times.

It haunts me in my sleep,

Images pop up, and stay,

They won't shatter like glass

When I hit it.

I want it to go to

Disappear.

Yet it haunts me.

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