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Feb 2012
Friends are just enemies who don’t have the ***** to **** you

The indoor rain freezes like magic,
this hell is tragic.
Your lies consume me,
With every breath I burn.
Time slows to the beat of my pulse.
My heartbeat echoes in my head.
The floor is dry, hands are drenched.
How do I cope with this vicious betrayal?

My world imploding upon itself,
the acid burns my skin.
Blood on the floor.
This on his head.
It all ends now, at my all time low.
Paralyzing, rendered helpless.
I get the last laugh.
The agony is over...
He payed for his vicious betrayal.
Brady Johnson
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