Until the day of my death comes,
Is when you'll realize what you've done.
That's why I keep looking for my blade.
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Words By An Unknown Girl
Poetry《 Words written by a quite, unknown, puzzled girl with a lot of things to say.. 》 Self-Written, Trigger warning...
What You've done
Until the day of my death comes,
Is when you'll realize what you've done.
That's why I keep looking for my blade.
