I end the year of 2007 with betrayal.
Not a good feeling.
You see the knives coming for you.
You wrap your arms over your face to protect yourself.
Your thoughts and your feelings are distorted as the flesh of your brain is torn apart.
All kind thoughts are gone.
Dreams and hopes are gone.
And memories torture you.
Pity turns your stomach green.
Tomorrow you go to work, you put a smile on your face, and nobody ever knows.
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