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Bitter

via Daily Prompt: Bitter

The taste of bitter truth makes me sick to my stomach

How can you stand here and tell me “I’m wrong?” look me in the eye, you coward.

Look at me

“Do you hear that?”

the sound of my heart breaking into a thousand pieces scattered on the floor.

Trample each memory as you walk out of the door —for I will keep nothing.

 

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