The hurt stagnates me
The unfathomable has occurred
Who was I to think that you were kin
Belief can be broken
In the fragilness of a word
You made your intentions clear
There is no way around it
This dead end
Prevents me from moving forward
Hoping it was worth it
To search it
Smack it up, flip it, rub it down, and twerk it
Not much to talk about
You initiated the occurrences
Does it make you feel better now??
Second is never best
Toleration of mind fuck
Unconscionable circumstance
Leaving outside high and dry
Pressure points
Pressing the collapse of relations
There is no going back
I been here before
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