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She runs straight toward,
A person whom she adored.
However, I abhorred him like a plague.
I knew who he was, a trickster and a snake.
She and I both knew she was making a mistake.
I tried to beseech her but my words could not reach her.
My voice was too soft so I suffered a great cost.
The loss of a friend so close to my heart that now I am split apart.

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