She was there

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She was proud she was free,

She was always there for me.

I loved her and she loved me,

Our hearts together were filled with glee.

I left her once shame on me,

I left her twice, shame on me,

I have left thrice...burdened with sadness I will be.

I loved you but found another,

She left and left me alone.

Now I lay in bed thoughts filled with dread,

Was it really worth it?

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