The True Hurt

The True Hurt

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WpMetadataReadComplete Sat, Jul 4, 2015<5 mins
A poem I wrote about someone I loved, and still do, who hurt me so bad that I had to play the victim so it would hurt less.
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"I remember his face, his eyes that begged for forgiveness, his body as it shook with anger and emotion. I remember how my world fell apart right before him and how he watched me completely disintegrate because of what he did. What he committed. The way he betrayed me. The heart he took from me and shattered. The trust I gave him that he threw away. He ruined it all, he ruined me. And now I'm forever broken, nothing can ever bring me back. Nothing." WARNING: sexual content, explicit content, language and violence.

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