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I laid on my bed, the bittered tears dropped, My pillow as usual, wet to a beaten pulp, Truly, I stuck like a magnet... ...Frightened to imagine north attracting north, An impossible nothing, Fate had demanded but hopes were dashed, To infinity, zero; to love is to bash... ...To forgive was like demanding magma as raindrops, Yet, understanding was demanded like flipflops, Now, can she live? Live like a bloodless moth on nature's yellow leaves, Not matured to logic but to emotions, a master; Forgiveness, hurts and tears? I doubt the first, "Don't hurt me", she beckoned, But like little Judas, the act was done, betrayal!