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I sits alone. I prefers it this way. I tried to give my heart to people I thought were true friends. But again they stabbed my in the back and left me broken on the floor. In tiny pieces. Time and time again I put my trust into another human. But as soon as my back was turned the knife went in. Deeper and deeper. Turning and twisting. Venom spewing from their mouths. Insulting me..accusing me.
From my 'MORE' than a Friend
I feels I cannot open my mouth for they take my words and make them their own. There is no point in me defending myself..as there are too many against me. So I remains silent. My tormented soul cries out. No more pain! I closes myself up now. Turns my back once again. But this time there are no knives. For I wont ever trust again. No friends are better than ones who hurt.
