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This is one of my better poems.

Hurt,
Pain.
I've hit the dirt,
I've crahsed my plane.
Tears,
Lonely.
The pain inside sears,
I thought I was your one and only.
Hate,
Regret.
It can only be explained as fate,
It might as well have only been a bet.
Empty,
Cries.
You put it so simply,
As another part of me dies.
Time,
Tired.
No more steps to climb,
I wasn't the one you desired.
Depressed,
Stupid.
Memories that are going to be repressed,
And the only person I can blame is cupid.
End,
Gone.
No more ways left to bend,
I guess your chapters done.