Wearing a mask, these people we call friends smirk beneath their covers, waiting for you to beg for mercy. They feed you, then pull you, then hook you and release you. Savouring every moment spend torturing you. They observe your weaknesses, then slowly attack your weakest spot. Yet, pretending to be a tender friend, they come with open arms and feed you again.
You'd think, 'this time is different', 'this time he's changed'
Then he drags you back and stabs you again.
I know you're reading this.
I hope you're happy.
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