a metaphor for you

        you hit me again and again  while i just stood back and watched
        while i just thought 'this is the only time' while i just
        told myself 'this isn't really you' while i just couldn't bring
        myself to feel anything

        except anger hurt and betrayal  because you were never honest and
        you thought you could get away with it because if you said nothing
        then it wasn't really a lie

        except i found out and now i don't know what to do.

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