I never knew a heart could have a blind spot. A place where betrayal could hide. Could uncoil into its venomous potential. Never noticing it. Not seeing the obvious. The trampling with delicate feet on unvoiced promises. Waiting for the sky to come down. The earth beneath one’s existence to vanish. Leaving a crushing vacuum of despair. There were once love ruled supreme.
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