it has come to the point
where i'm left to raise my white flag;
in the battle of your affection, i have lostif you wanted to pursue me,
you would'veif you wanted to come and save me,
you could'vei wish i had stopped wasting my energy,
i should've○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○
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Poezjashe was a burned soul; inflamed by your euphoric lies believing that if she never told, she'd forget your soundless goodbye ▪▪ - LITTLE TO NO EDITING, FEEL FREE TO LEAVE GRAMMAR CORRECTIONS - | lowercase & no periods intended |