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I realized letting you go
wasn't as easy;
guilt consumed my
internal organs,
killing me softly
with its chaos-laden songs.

Both of you were two
warring rivals
in a virtual battlefield;
observe now the consequences
of your actions.

People spat on me
for letting a pot of gold
slip away into the night;
to let the Cinderella
walk away from the castle
with no glass slipper
left behind
to be kept as the final memory.

You were so easy to be fooled;
love was a false hope,
promising you nothing
but the worst.

And so, I realized
I was the devil
inside your heaven.

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