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Slow Knife

In the shadow of shared laughter,
there used to be a yellow flower, 
but lines were blurred, boundaries crossed, 
trust was shattered, a bond lost.

Each betrayal, a wound so deep, 
Yet still, memories haunt my sleep. 
closest one's hurt the most they say,
and you my little one have proved it again.

A slow knife cuts the deepest they say,
never thought I too would get it one day.
Your lies were always so so good, 
know you are the reason it's come to an end.

And all that peace & harmony, I built for years,
 Is gone now and left me in tears
I fought, I tried, but had to part.
A heavy weight upon my heart. 

We're family and nothing can change that,
But we'll never be friends, and that's a fact.

Do you walk your path alone?
Or find solace in a home unknown? 
I wonder often, in the silent night,
If you've found your own guiding light.

Though scars remain, aching yet,
 I wish you peace, without regret.
For in the echo of what we once had, 
I pray you find the peace I never had.


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