The words
Someone you trusted with everything used it against you. I know. I shared bread with mine.
It wasn't a stranger. It was someone who knew where you were soft. His hand was in my dish.
What they did is not who you are. They left the table. I didn't. I'm still here with you.
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A verse to hold on to
“Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, which did eat of my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me.”
Psalm 41:9 (KJV)