When I handed over my trust, I never thought you would get your knife and stab me in the back, right through my heart. Even though I pulled it out with difficulty, the pain bleeding out of me never seemed to subside. I was left with a scar and when I saw you, the scar would burn and resent would fester. It was a reminder of your betrayal and deceit. I never looked at you the same way again. Your picture would stir up happy memories which were now forever tainted. Each moment remembered with suspicion. It took me a long time to forgive and let go. But I will never forget.


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