My heart was falling apart as I was falling faster
I felt like I was on some cliff
Like life was on the verge of ripping my body in two.
I felt my heart pulsing.
A race against time
And heartache was my only master as I kept falling and tripping, tripping and falling
My hand dizzily waiting to get to yours
I was too late when I got to the end of the last line
I found the whore
Only to find out he was making love
To you
In my apartment.
On my bed.
But the truth only then is….
Who is the whore?
You or
I?
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