The friendship that love destroyed
Was not the intention or ploy
The aftermath, the pulp you are
Beneath proud enigma you scar
You can't afford another error
Twice now already agendered
You can't be lord, this fake contender for fake
To the pulp you know you are
Best to scar
And not to mention all the mending
It's the worst to learn or even know
That you beat the example to pulp
Not to mention all the mending
Not intended for the ending
Swift but fact an ear for lending
I welcome the beatings and the bendings
I'm bruised with what I've learnt and it's taken me far
To pulp you've beaten me
The halt you seek in me
I'm beat to pulp, unlord your pride
There's no feeling like when they break it off

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