When I Do Something Good
No One Remembers
When I Do Something Bad
No One Forgets
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Dressed in all Black
PoetryA sharpened dagger stabbed in his heart, Ripping in two, ripping apart. It took only a few words, but her words cut him deep, Stealing emotions, making him weak. Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poems/sad_love/betrayal/
Good and Bad
When I Do Something Good
No One Remembers
When I Do Something Bad
No One Forgets
