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Don’t  
         blame him.  
        Don’t blame  
      her.
Not for the  
     betrayal, not for  
   walking      away.  

       The heart,  
          is  
     a world of  
     changing weather.  

           And  
         people?  
        They dress  
    for the storm  
          they  
          feel.  

      You were  
        summer,  
     they felt cold.  

      You were sun,  
   they longed for shade.  

         Don’t  
       blame them.  

      Even skies  
      can’t hold  
  one season forever.
Some people's hearts change, like weather.

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