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The Pain of LoveA life I once knew is over. A game I played again locked behind a door. Vexed by its pain, I am. My heart in ruins on the floor. Crushed and torn is my soul. Goodness turned to badness like a clasp. I go away with my head down. Away from your passionate grasp. Laughter turned to tears. Love turned to hate. Passion turned to bitterness. Did we happen to late? Tired of the misery. Tired of the pain. So very tired of the people, Who try to drive me insane. Such is our life. Our misery we tend to find. A love once had is lost. Our feelings left so far behind. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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