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I am hurt.
The character he has donned, he took it too high as if with it he was born. say I, it is a lie.

A friendship had I long and many times had I not consider it to be where I don't belong.

No right has he the way he act and his indifference to my react.

Solace you find in your solitude ride
Brush you off a natural tide and and sail thou in thine wrecked pride.

you are too hoked to a flaw heart,
Thine existence is pumped by its art.

Your crime bind by time is bound to give birth to an opponent rhyme.
   T.r