Category : Poems

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It's the people who are closest to you who's words hurt the most. And it's the people who are closest to you, who's intentions are cold. My family is closer to me than I am to myself. Yet it's my family who has betrayed me, each time I've needed help. My mother is the golden one, the person I hold dear. And my uncle is yet another. He's one who's loss I fear. Now keep in mind, the people I'm referring to are only the ones near. My family is cruel, and it's been this way for years.