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Hateful Tyraid
by
Sara Rarick
I hope you're sulking in your cell, lonely.
Frightened, I hope you're rotting.
For far too long you were kept loose, thinking you could get away.
I hope the guilt was a torturous burden kept on your chest, prying.
Regret, I hope it haunts you so long you breathe.
You're no longer innocent in the eyes of others, your disguise is ruined.
Just like your worthless, wasted life.
When you're alone, I want you to be scared. To look in the shadows and suffer
from paranoia.
Feel all the pain that you have caused me.
Lose all self respect and die.
But not breaks, no ways out.
It's time you've paid for what you've done.
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