Disappointment in-bedded on their faces,
The truth of it all.
I became to him as I was to her,
A mistake in the making,
To barley be looked at,
Cuts and burns,
Tears and darkness surrounded me,
Swallowed me up into the sea,
Only to leave me empty handed.
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