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The End
The end is in sight
The end of this fight.
The end of all the fuss.
The end of what was us.
Should I feel sad?
Or should I be glad?
Should I do a dance
For the end of romance?
You are so volatile
Not all worth while.
You belittle me
You did not see.
I am not your whore
For I am worth more.
One day I will love again
I cannot wait for it to begin.
'Til then please stay away
For I rue the very day
I was ever your friend
Our marriage comes to an end.
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