True Internal Pain, by Tyler Cedric Golden
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My stomach twists, it hurts so very bad,
The look on my face is of horror and sympathetically sad,
For it’s so incredibly depressing; how could you do this
to me?
You cheated and lied and so simply I was deceived,
How could this even surpass my intellect?
We were doing well, the upmost very best,
Our relationship in my standards pasted the test,
But you got behind my back, and your mistake remained
hidden, up until I recently found out,
Now I know what reality, true internal pain, is all about.
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Posted: 2009-04-03 16:35:40 UTC |
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