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    Why do I rewind and replay the pain you've inflicted,
    that moment when you became uncommitted.
    It is a cancer that spreads from my heart to my head.
    Where and when can I find the cure?
    Shall I now believe your motives
    to be true, to be pure?
    My heart has been shattered into a million
    pieces,
    like fragments of a priceless vase
    that has become useless.
    Who is worthy to restore
    the hole in my soul
    rendered by your lust?
    Will it be you?
    Are you the same one
    to rob and then repay
    the high cost of trust?

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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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