I was proud of seven,
my own negotiable heaven.
always someone to lend a hand
no worry of needing to take a personal stand.
so many years of trust and friendship,
now all that's changed with your own regrets.
I fight back with words
your callus and unforgiving
it all hurts.
throwing knives at our backs
you dont hold back whispers
you send them on a full out attack.
Justifying actions to company
its your very own yet you feel no sympathy.
I may as well stand here in a bikini with a beer
because your judging lips hide my very revere.
I'll just end this now with one more bit.
Speak all you want, I'm done with your shit.
-Elska
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