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Aug 2010
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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Written by
Jennifer Dyann
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