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At some point someone has betrayed you. This betrayal has messed with my life that at three in the morning I wake up and cry and then write.

Submitted: July 12, 2016

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What do you want me to say? 

That what you did was okay?

That i don't care?

Well, your totally wrong. 

Three am. I'm awoke your sound asleep probably not even thinking about what happened months ago. 

But I am. 

Can you blame me. In the middle of the night I wake up because of this dream where I throw a knife down and tell her "go ahead. Stab me. It still won't hurt as bad as what you did. It might actually soothe the feeling of the knife that you repeatedly stabbed me with", but, by then I wake up, and never hear what she says and does. 

Then I lie awake in my bed while she's sleeping soundly underneath me. 

I remember how my mom said I could say what I wanted. Well I never did. Because if I did I don't think I would just stop there. I'm not the type to back down. Unless what I want to say or do is worse than what she did to me. 

What does she want me to do?

Forgive and forget? That would be the Christian way. But in this case I don't think I can. 

Betray me. You'll deal with the betrayal yourself. And figure out how to close the gaping wound in my back. 

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