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Thou broke my heart in a million ways
Thou might never understand,
Thou left me, but the Memories stay,
How could thou leave thy Hand?

Loved and cared for thou as a soulmate,
Yet thou walked away with hate;
Locked me out the gate,
Starved me with patience like an empty plate.

Though I could never despise
thee, but oh thou look into my eyes
and tell us both no lies,
Was ye treated fairly?

If ye was then thyself say no more,
If ye wasn’t, then thyself speak more!
Always remember ye isn’t perfect,
Yet ye tries to be the most perfect self for thee.

 

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