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Jan 2018
My true love is Dead as a door nail.
He falls for a girl the likes his best friend and him.
he says he she fell from heaven,
that she is the one for him.

She is playing him,
like a violin.
He can't see past the beauty in her.
but the cruel,
twisted,
awful person she truly is.

Don't be like me,
and let him fall,
for the evil inside that person.
Tell him the truth,
believe that they will listen,
and don't back down.
My true love is dead as a door nail.
this poem is for anyone that needs to tell there friend, or crush the truth.
and this goes to my friend.
Eevee
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