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Wounded
I have torn my clothes and sprinkled ashes on my head, I am wounded and my
blood runs red!
I believed you were my friend, now I realize I was wrong. You used me when I
provided the things that you desired, but when that was over you cast me aside.
You have turned your face away from me, no longer do my company you keep. I now
can see my friend you never were, you were only a parasite, taking what you
wanted, never caring for me.
My heart is pierced and there is sadness in my mind, I truly cared for you, but your
feined friendship was merely a subtrafuge the entire time.
How will I learn to trust again, to open up my heart, when such travistry I have
experienced so many times. Perhaps in time my wounds will heal, maybe then I
will open my heart again, but warily protected by a shield of steel.
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