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Sep 2010
Anger, frustration, hate,
the striking blow
that knocks me off my feet.

I stare shocked and amazed.
With hot and sweaty hands,
clenching into fists,
eyes narrowing, and flickering
with a fire of rage.

You promised!
You said, "Never Again!"
But here I find
another empty can;
A sign of your loneliness.

You took your promises,
stabbed deeply
and twisted them
like a dagger into my heart.

For every promise
you make and break
forever my heart shall remain
your daggers sheath.
Written by
Erin Schenke
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