b i t e
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h a n d


You should never expect me 
to be the perfect friend to you
when you haven't even been 
a flawed friend to me.
Such nerve you have to demand for things 
in exchange for nothing at all.
Nothing in this world is free,
especially when you have hidden enemies.
And as you drown, remember this:
Never bite the hand that feeds you,
for it will be the hand that holds back
at the darkest hour
and lets you slip 
into the depths of the black sea
without guilt.

denial | gone
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