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  • He swept me off my feet and then dropped me to the floor.
    Grasping my hand he pulled me up and tripped me over once more.
    I looked into his eyes and no upset nor horror did I see.
    But joy and happiness were upon his face, oh this boy was filled with glee.
    Stumbling to my feet, I watched him smirk as I winced and cried out in pain.
    Stood there dazed, clenching my left thigh I felt it burn and ooze blood from a vein.
    A hand caressed my back and another clasped my right hand.
    He pulled me into a ballroom dance, thought I could hardly stand.
    Face to face we came so close, our noses almost kissed.
    A whisper in my ear "Getting even" and that was what he wished.
    He was so alive and so content, I almost forgot that I myself was dying.
    And with every spin and dip and jolt he lead, I heard his body lying.
    Maybe I am wrong but this boy himself was scorned.
    No doubt that could be a reason, but still I should of listened to all those who warned.
    One last push now he gives it his all, to which I smack the ground.
    His work is done, so he walks away and I wait till I am found.
    Now here I am and discovered I never was, but rescued, rescued I became.
    And yes I take all the credit, I count it as my fame.
    To me, myself and I do thank, I did it on my own.
    A mere broken heart could never kill me, I believe I've made it known.
    He swept me off my feet and then dropped me to the floor.
    I stood straight back up and showed this boy the door.
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