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This poem is an acronym poem.Not easy to do! |
| Dying in the pain of my dishonest heart I wonder if you know I have hurt you Should I break our trust and tell you? How would I do that? Oh, you think I am perfect, Not able to do you harm. Everytime you say you love me Should I answer back? Because I do, and it hurts me To be the one that hurt you when I really do love you. |