Liar
Wind passing by through the strangles of my hair.
All my given time was wasted by a liar.
I'm crying,
mentally dying,
my heart is painfully aching.
Room is filled with tears,
and echoes of my screams,
Are the only things that you can hear,
Inside of my room by your ear.
Asking myself What did I do to make you leave?
Wasn't my efforts and time enough For you to stay with me?
ㅡL. Sweetheart
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