When you let them in your home, you were naked and alone. They d been carving your tombstone since they first met you. It s not the years spent in the wings, but it s the lies that really sting, but now with one brief little fling the party s over.

It s so hard to understand in a field of also-rans to be someone else that they no longer need, to be smothered by the hand that used to feed.

One little slip was all it took, to put a bullet in your foot. You didn t think to stop and look, but now you're sober. In a single paragraph they turned your life into a farce; when you saw the photographs, the light was so cruel.

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When you let them in your home you were naked and alone. They d been carving your tombstone since they first met you.

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