Prism

Like a prism, splitting the lights into rainbow.
Your betrayal, splitted my soul into personalities I have never known.

Like the sun, blinding our vision.
Your love, blinded my instincts.

Like the fire, burning our bones into ashes.
Your nitpicking, burned my zeal to live into ashes.

Like the ice, numbing our pain to lifeless meat.
Your memories, numbed my heart to lifeless meat.

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