She ran, and didn't look back.
What was she supposed to do,You broke her heart.
You left her in the pouring rain,
Her only shelter,her self worth,which was gone, because of you.
She was sad and lonely, because of you.
You made the wrong choice, you made her suffer.
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Purple poems
Поэзия"And if a genie were to come come and tell her she had one wish, she would wish for the world to slow down, and for the pain to finally stop." #17 in tired 8/8/18
