Stone

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The stone I became, the difficult I could be tame

S- ick of your lies behind your unreal mask

T- ired of your empty promises which happens to be your task

O- ath of love destroyed under the gloomy dusk

N- o second chances involved even if you ask

E- rasing your memories from mine trashing it in a golden cask

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