You opened the door,
Only to slam it in my face.
I trusted you.
I believed in you,
And now, I am once again-
Empty-handed.

My blood thickens...
And starts to boil.
My skin deteriorating
With your every touch.
Open sores forming from blisters
You have placed on my heart.
Sinister thoughts take over my brain,
As I float out of consciousness.

Don't think that it's over...
I am just beginning.

Fiesty
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