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The love I thought was real, was all just a lie.
The look in my eyes, I just wanted to die.
Hearts get stolen, mended then broken.
Please don’t leave, he’d muster up to say,
Even though he hurt her each and every day.
Then she’d be torn in two again.
When you love, must you always lose?
The already broken heart has to choose.
What’s best for you, or best for me…
Choose your own ending to this sad story.
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