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No pretense now

There's no pretense now,

no poetry 

I was told to trust you,

you broke me.

No one dares to look me in the eye,

there is no audience to my suffering.

Heartbeat still loud in my ears,

taunting me that the death I felt

wasn't real.

Shoved food down my throat

to cover up the taste of bile.

Bloodshot eyes and ears ringing

with your wicked betrayal.

There is no pretense now,

 no poetry

 there's just me 

 wounded and vulnerable,

 crying for help that won't come.

__________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

Written by - Rupnit Kaur

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