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Alteration

Let me express myself
In the most sensible way.
For senses are not to come
Till the heart's broken
Whose worth's unknown.

Had never asked for affection,
Nor for care.
But respect at its best
Although never received.

The clocks are ticking though
And the worse is yet to come
For the beauty of tragedy is not in the beginning
But in the end.

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