Twisted and bitter inside? You bet that I am. Why shouldn’t I be? What kind of man? Toyed with my dreams, almost broke me in two. I echoed those words until I saw them through. I screamed out for help and was spat in my eyes, Contempt was all that was felt for my cries. Dignity failed me when passions ran high, No endless reasoning could explain to me why. Can they be sure they know what they did? Can they realize the wounds inflicted? They truly can’t, can they? They really don’t see. The pain that they caused, the hurt and misery. My words are too harsh? Unfair you may feel? Maybe you’re right. Who cares what’s real

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