I never feared fire
Until I was burned
You were a lesson
I never had learned
I need to relinquish
Thoughts of shame
Cause in the end
It’s all a game
I feel set up
Like some sort of con
It will take me a while
Before I move on
But in the end
You will pay the cost
For you haven’t a clue
On how much you lost
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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