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Still The wretched stench of your deception fills my lungs with such uncomfortable air as so much asphyxiates my innards (still) Your glib mistruths, spoken ropes of abuse continue to noose my spirit expunging my ability to trust (you always were a stickler for details) You've paralyzed my emotional well-being and in its place slumps a heartless, hardened lump of immobility Your crippling lies have stricken me with strife and I am lifeless (still)