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I faced the black out,

Almost succumbing

To every wretched

Word that was

Spilled


I fought the war,

Raging against those

Who wanted to

Undo me


Yet they came

Back in the

Form of false

Hope and love


Made me fall

With nothing to

Save me


Tempted me with

False promises

And a future

Not made for me


Now anyone who

D a r e s

To do me wrong

Will face the rage

Of a heart broken

S h a t t e r e d

One too many times

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