Broken Hearts

I've dreamed of love,
But I've only met hate,
Don't worry about the pain I'm in,
Just take care of you,
And your precious little friends.
Don't cry about the fates, dear one,
They never seem to listen,
So hold yourself, and try not to cry.
Don't show the pain you're in,
Don't give them power over you.
The last thing you want now,
Is another broken heart,
And another meeting with hatred.

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