You was acting crippled so I supplied the crutch only to be betrayed like Caesar and such. Now you seem just fine like there was not one time I gave my hand to help you even as I am more stunned than scarred by the blow you just dealt. I don't know if I understand or believe how could something go so wrong when it seemed genuine and heartfelt. Maybe this is a dream or a sick joke because for this to be a farce is all I could hope. Pinch me, push me, slap me this can't be happening. How could someone I gave everything to be the one that stabs me....
By: The Poet Q
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