Earl, the Betrayal
Earl was an acquaintance, nothing more, A face I knew, a name I bore. Yet somehow, still, he broke my heart, And tore my world clean apart. The one who hurt me most, it’s true, Left wounds I never thought he’d do. But even through this heavy cost, I’ll rise again from what I’ve lost.
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