the ottoman empire

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i'm sitting in my history class,
my mind racing as fast as the teachers speech.
there are notes to copy down on the board yet my pencil is still.
my whole body sits frozen except my thoughts.
thoughts about what you did, how you stabbed me in the back and how the knife when straight out the front through my heart.
am i mistaken to trust you again?
i'm constantly worried you're lying to me,
all the time.
every vowel that slips off your lips is a lie, wether it be a white lie or the most cruel.
i just don't understand how someone's heart can be so evil.
you're evil
you're evil
you're evil

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