FATE

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A bittersweet smile escaped from my lips,

Lips sealing my cries of agony and despair,

Despair of winning hard against something,

Something that isn't match made in heaven,

Heaven knows what my heart is screaming,

Screaming out loud at the edge of the rooftop,

Rooftop of broken hearts and tragic history,

History of our love fights and cold wars,

Wars that quenched the warmth and sparks,

Sparks fly for a while until it triggered bursts,

Bursts of tears, bloodstained mouths,

Mouths with a sharp sword's slaying souls,

Souls of alleged mates by fallacious fate,

Fate...

fucked fickleness finger of fate.

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