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The Pretender latches on,
Its greedy mouth feeding on the marrow of my innocence.
Icy hands stab shards of broken promises into my still beating heart,
Each cut exposing the pulsing veins of our shattered friendship.
Rivers of red flow from the jagged wounds,
Bloody tendrils of deceit staining my fragile soul.
Defiled, I choke on the bitter pill of disappointment,
The acerbic tang coating my tongue with regret.
Why did I foolishly believe?