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The arrow that pierces her heart,

The tears that fall from her eyes,

Her heart that gives it the thought,

And the thought that made up her mind,

You can't hide from pain forever,

Because one day it will come,

Knocking on your door,

Or calling your phone that they are gone,

Maybe they started a fight,

Too arrogant to admit they're wrong,

Maybe they don't love you,

people can be cruel, rude and nasty.

Or they use you to take the blame,

How shameful that they think love is a game,

Love is blinding and sometimes cruel,

But love is something you don't play with,

It just happens, and comes out of nowhere,

That's how you know it's real.

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