Revenge is Best Served Cold

Original Poetry

In the end,
He cried.
He cried
Because every single
Thing
He made her cry about,
She inflicted back on him.
She drowned him
In the hurt
He suffocated her
With.
And he cried.
He couldn’t take it.

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