Category : Poems

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It was nice when I hugged you, 
  Until you stabbed my back
  With that knife of hatred.

  In your soul hiding a storm,
 It was useful when I protected you.
I defended all your bad intentions.

 Now you talk to strangers, 
   About all the things you know about me.
 When others ask me how you are doing,
 I keep silent, until they change the subject.