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Betrayal

The saddest thing about it is that

it never comes from my enemies

and it’s always a surprise. 

I start depending on people for my happiness

and when they leave,

like they always do,

they take my happiness with them

but they don't care. 

I'm discarded like an old toy

and forgotten about. 

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