A/N: I wrote this a few days ago, because 'he' has been on my mind a lot. I don't like this poem very much, but it expresses a lot of my emotions. Please review.

How Many More?

I know I wasn't his first

Because of things he said

And I didn't realize then

How much he was using me

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I probably wasn't his last

And I wonder how many more

How many has he hurt?

How many are left broken?

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I wonder if he remembers

Everything he did to me

Or was I just another

And one of the many

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I wonder if he'll ever regret

All the pain he has caused

And all the tears that have fallen

Because of what he did

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I pray that he'll change

And let go of his mistakes

And that he'll learn to know

The real meaning of love