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My Ending Memories

She looks like she has a heart of gold, but really it's black.
Taken from the rest of innocent souls who gave a lot to keep her happy.
As the rest will notice the end is slowly creeping along and they all cry,
They all knew it was a lie, no one kept it true, for it was an ending memory,
Not for just her, but for me.

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My Ending Memories

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