Done.

Quiet moments

in my soul

restore my

spirit,

almost

whole.

Friends that

are no longer…

Family that

never was…

A man who

lied.

A part of me

hates you

all~

You

wounded

betrayed

used

lied and

abused

a tender

soul,

whose only

crime

was loving

you…

your game,

your shame…

Done.

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