I’ll Just Get This Off My Chest.
It wasn’t an ememy that hurt me, because I could have handled that;
Neither was it someone who hated me, and body swung with all their strength to punch the shit out of my spirit, because at the very least, I would have seen him coming, and had the option to run the hell away;
But no,
It was you:
Someone I walked beside, someone I followed, someone I lay beside.
We shared everything, from the personal to the providential, in private halls and before the throne of The Father.
Seriously: What.The.F_ck?!
Et tu, Brute?
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…. wha…. ?
You know the person, so I’ll leave it like this.