Hurt

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She carried on, hurt.

He carried on, carelessly

Each promised that was made

Soon was

Broken

Real love doesn't exist

Only lies from both parties

Keeping his hoodie, she set it on fire.

Everything that she knew was a lie; now she's disheveled.

No one can fix her broken heart.

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