My pen
craved for what is felt,
yet pain is all what was left,
cud it b just d lust?
or should it last?
came from below,
never did care of what as follow,
for the hearts burned
for them to have learned,
shattered my heart was,
left for sum time that pass,
as I write with my pen,
wishing you'll b back again.
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