One night. One life.
One thought. One desire. One cry.
Betrayal. A cry for help. Innocence lost.
Pain. Regret. Guilt. Self blame.
Fear. Anger. Torment. Living, yet dead.
What was once precious has been lost.
One choice. One action. One time. A life forever changed.
Tears shed. Blood spilled. What once was will never be again.
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A poem I wrote 2 1/2 years ago.
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