Before you put your heart in a girl you dunno, you'd best learn her. Her isn't someone who knew you, you who thought you knew her; this poem could've been written a million times, but she raped it, took advantage of us, true victims, with her helpers. They aren't supposed to be ours, just as disgusting, so I'll ask the victims to avoid them, and the rest will self-destruct, such harsh criticisms opposite to the praise you deserve