What is this felt,
Why does it boil the red?
I thought I was found,
But, turns to be I'm deeper in.
I felt non at beginning,
She rained apologies like a storm.
I feel loneliness in present,
When she is a companion to other.
The one I found was a slave,
Now, she is happy,
And my depressionate pain has just begun.
-R
Wolfe the Infamous One Community Member 
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