The lies we told ourselves,
The pain we hold unto,
The past we run from,
If it was never broken,
It never faded,
When they saunter back,
You fall back in,
Head first,
Legs trotting,
We say we feel nothing?
You still douse the pillow with tears,
You say you love him,
When the other texts you forget who you are,
You forgot to live for you,
You live for him,
He shamed you,
Called you names,
You knew that was wrong,
Like a goat on slaughter mode,
You laughed with him,
Slaughter Mode
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