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Selfish thoughts of a rambling disease.
I wanted to be adored, so I took their hearts.
I wanted to be loved, the same as every soul.
All this I did because I was vaine.
When I left them, I knew they'd never be the same.
We learned, we cried.
They only grew, while inside I slowly died.
Perfect example of someone
Perfect example of someone who breaks relationships without thinking, akin to "a chicken with its head cut off". Nice poem!
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "