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Aug 2014
My wallet is empty,
And so is my heart.
You took all I had,
I'm falling apart.

You robbed me of more
Than just my cash.
You stole my soul,
And burned it to ash.

So you're not just a thief,
But an arsonist too.
You set my heart on fire,
And burnt it all the way through.

But sadly for you,
I'll rise up again.
Out of ashes,
A phoenix with no end.
Mooseman55
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