Forgive me if I never open up again.
I have trusted too many times,
And the results are always the same:
I end up burned.
No longer will I trust you,
No longer will I look out for you,
You are on your own,
And I am on a warpath.
The misery and dread has been engulfed,
And all I see is red.
I may be shattered, but the remaining pieces are sharp,
And I will slice whatever stands in my way.
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