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THE BREAK-UPThis is just a poem of my imagination. When you first started to lie. That was when I started to cry. At that time I asked myself why. Why you hurt me and couldn't try. I knew it was over and I had to move on. Cause the hurt would leave and soon it be gone. I knew there was someone out there for me. But now I'll be careful cause my heart breaks easily. Teresa Skyles/Theoklapoet Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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