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You

The words spoken
By them.
Knowingly sly and spiteful.
So cold.
So calculated.
Maybe just Ignorant of effect?
 
One can hope.
 
The darkness,
The choices,
Mistakes,
The lessons.
Dirty laundry,
if you will.
Laid out into view
for the entire world.
 
A swirling cauldron of emotion.
Grief,
Confusion.
Joy.
The sense of uncontrollable fury!
 
The familiar numbing sensation.
 
Still,
In my eyes.
In my thoughts.
No matter what may pass these ears.
All I see is perfection.
 
Only you.

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