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Rubbish!

What it is to be betrayed by the closest pal?
Does it burned like a living hell?
Does it pierced like hitting nail?
Have you crush by the devil’s tail?
Save the tears for a better deal,
He, simple doesn’t fit the bill,
Given you all the hard- hammer kill,
Rubbish! He wasn’t means to be real.
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