Poem One

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Privacy,
Its hiding me.
From the curle, cold world.
Fantasy,
I fantasize about being loved.
Honestesty,
Being loved by someone who wants me for me.
Trickery,
Being told it's worth the cost,
But all you did was break me.
Carefully,
Putting the pieces back to together,
Trying to fix me.
But you shattered me,
You saw a chance it took it,
You had my heart you broke it,
I thought that I could take it,
But you knew I wouldn't make it.

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