Betrayal is like a deadbeat father.
Betrayal creeps out of bed in the middle of the night.
Betrayal places his hand on his baby girl's door and winces;
The thought of opening it is too much to bear.
Betrayal softly steps into the kitchen, thoughtfully stroaking Toby the dog's side.
With a deep breath betrayal grips the suitcase of abandonment
and strides out the door:
never looking back for the fear of guilt to pierce his heart of coal.
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