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Don't look back, Emily,
you did what you had to.
I broke your heart,
and you broke mine.
That makes us even,
or maybe it just makes us broken.
Find another to mend you,
and so will I.
Two broken hearts
searching for true love.
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"or maybe it just makes us broken" what a gut punch of a line