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He hurt me.
Treated me like trash.
He makes me sick to my stomach.
He doesn’t care about me, he only cares about himself.
He makes my tears fall, like Niagara Falls year round.
He gave me great memories at the start.
Then got me wanted nothing to do with me.
My dreams were right.
I should have known.
I didn’t listen to the voices around me.
Now when I think about him I shake, I cry, and then I become ill.
I thought I was going to hurt him in the end.
But instead he hurt me.
How could that be?
I need to move on.
But he haunts me in my dreams.
Saying he’s sorry.
I know he’s not.
I sob in sorrow.
Repeating a dream of dreams.
A happy dream.
No more of he.
Give me a dream of dreams.
A happy dream.
I never knew what it felt like to be stabbed in the heart until him.
He was my first true love.
Now he’s my worst nightmare.
An I can’t sleep peacefully on this mournful night.
Now I know our hearts can be as deep as a volcano’s lava beneath the surface.