Hurt is all that is left…
A skill of mine I have had to accept…
Rather than stay…
You left me behind…
Rather than choose patience…
You chose to be unkind…
A friend is someone who should be held dear…
Not someone to disregard when they need you near…
You can hold your crown high as you march about your corridors…
Praise to the king, that tossed pieces of me from shore to shore…
I was a singular entity before we met…
Now I’m shreds and a regret…
-Madamchryzl-
Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes 
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