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It always Comes back around
There you were just standing beside me,
If only the future I could foresee.
The disastrous burdensome you caused,
That awful moment, I would’ve paused.
To stop all the screams of death
That plundered my very last breath
You demolished who I was and use to be
Now hate lingers with revenge that lies within me.
I want to watch as you’re tortured for all your manipulations
Those words you used for many persuasions
They will all come back to haunt your fears
It’s your time to scream until bloods drips from your ears
The pain called unbearable will knocking at your door
It’ll hit you like birth pangs from the children I bore
Every street you cross every corner you turn
The fire of regret your feet will burn
My laughter you’ll hear from distance
Until it devours your very existence
Written by: Elizabeth Rivera