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    My life was ripped apart
    When you broke my heart
    You were nothing but a flirt
    And for that I got hurt
    I thought you were more
    But you're just a whore
    You slept with my best friend
    And now it's the end
    I cannot be forgiving
    Now that life is not worth living

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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