It hurt
And not like the typical heartbreak she had felt before.
It was the stabbing of a billion, tiny pins in her head,
The constant, rapid pulsing of her betrayed heart.
A fatality,
Heavy clouds that could not restrain their contents.
The betrayal of a friend….
Sacrifices made,
Tears shed.
But after all,
It was her loss.
And I was better off sealed from disloyalty.

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