Trapped

“There’s always next time!”

That’s when it started

The lies.

Spun around in a web so thick

That escape isn’t even an option.

Because once you start you simply can’t stop.

Lie after lie until the world comes crashing down

And the only feeling you have is one of remorse

Of guilt

Of wanting to go back and change it all

Yet knowing it’s far too late.

So you spin the web deeper

Cornering yourself.

But a haunting smile covers your features

Because you know.

You know that the game of manipulation is long,

But not nearly impossible to win…

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