The soul crying in pain
Killing to be free
Watching me
The soul fights with words
Killing me to see you
Wacthing me
The soul is damage
Killing me with your lies
Watching me
The soul hates
Killing me that's I loved you
Watching me
The soul cuts
Killing me slowly
Watching me
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Original Sin
PoetryThe trust is gone. The love is gone. Will the mysterious poet kill her lover Or live with seconds to spare
