The End

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The mark that you left,

As you turned away.

The pain you confessed,

As you were with me.

This broken heart,

Cannot be fixed.

But it is no more.

I've said my good bye,

As you turn from the door,

I start to cry.

That everlasting,

Pain.

Now it's the end,

I'm filled with shame.

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Now I'm not entirely sure how this one turned out, so I'm asking for your opinions! R&R

Scott