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I say, you've more then

 likely have read a poem

 about hearts being broken,

 torn, loved, mended, soaken.

 Mines been through too much

 to call upon it to weep

 its been hurt pretty deep

 I no longer cry before I sleep.

 It feels nothing but wants love to last

 for everything happend way to fast

 yet what I hold onto if anything

 is a last minute rope

 and a small light of hope.