The trust I placed in you, destroyed.
The faith I had in humanity, crushed.
The fear of what you became, grew.
The respect I had for you, never more.
The fact you're now a father, sickening.
The first time I saw you in 8 years, invisible.
Barely a hint of a memory for you but I was someone.
Once I meant more than a casual glance to you.
Or was it all just thrills and twisted pleasures?
Revenge is a dish best served cold - the sharp edge of my knife will do just fine.
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