013 : Poem

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I wrote you a set of poetry,
But you still managed to leave me abruptly.

I made you a great story,
But you left me with nothing but agony.

I was there to witness your smile,
But you chose to walk with her in a million mile.

I offered you my shoulder to lean on,
But you only stayed until dawn.

I have given you everything I had,
But you chose to crush me as fine as the sand.

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