a single tear of mine, like an empty lake within the mountainous heights
to simply fall off her frightful cliffs into dark, green trees
so i'm no longer alive on the dismissive earth of blood-filled rivers
during the harvest of crops and greens, the golden wheat of hunger
in this lonely cottage i weep, waiting for her sweet return to me
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Fucked Up
RomanceSome stuff in life is meant to be discontinued, and so many things are meant to happen. After so many tries, one gets so tired of feeling like an idiot and shit is just meant to end. That's it. --- Really no point in reading this since I'm just putt...
