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This a poem about the betrayal of a close friend |
| "Where You'll Be" You don't see, what she's really like. When you least expect it, is when she'll strike. She'll reach in, wrap her cold fingers around your heart. When you begin to trust her, that's when her torture starts. Everything good in you, slowly fades away. She uses and abuses you, day after day. Moving on to her next victim, wait and see. In pieces crumpled on the floor, that's where you'll be. |