I am the knife in the back,
the arsenic and the tears,
I am the silent scream of hate,
the vindictive words that pour.
I am not a great friend.
More likely to hurt you than
to love you, I am not that great.
Insensitive thought and
hurtful words are all I know.
And I am so sorry.
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