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Betrayal

My death came with the mask of my loved one.
I wasn’t prepaired for the blow when it lend me one.
And then the chances of my survival were none.
Seems to me they weren’t going back leaving this undone.
And then I was 6 feet under.
Smell of betrayal was still on my sleeves.
Can’t get down with the fact they were the only one
Who knew me
well,
I thought I knew them well.
But the well I was lying in,bleeding was the proof
I didn’t.