An overwhelming sense of bewilderment. My eyes are masked with the lies. The hurt, The betrayal, Again, I have to become this person All the anguish left in disguise.
Distortion. My views so utterly coiled. I try to smile, I attempt to forget, But this pit of a wound continues to boil.
Battered and bruised, My heart has become. The verbal beating, The memories constantly repeating, A never-ending rerun.
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