I can not help my self
It's a simplified version of hell
What can I do?
What can I refer to?
Every day it gets worst
You minus well stick a blade of lava through the core of my heart to make a forest of ash
It's a burden for me
Whilst I drink the sample of envy I fall to my knees in pain
What can I do?
Is it too late?
I would presume so
It's a flow
A flow of insignificant emotion
I'm sorry
My withdrawal is too potent for the time being
Make it end for me
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Crimson Omen
شِعرWhen love is inevitably strong. One may act as of nothing is present, though, in the inside it is excruciating sorrow.
