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Sep 2015
Come to me...
Yes, slowly...
Walk towards me
For I am not your enemy

Now hold my hand
Look at the beach and the sand
Look how the sun shines
This is your last glance

_________

Everything turned dark
You see on your hand, a mark
A mark of *death and life

Carved using a knife

I turn to you and say
"You are mine from today..."
"I am your living hell,"
"You have no one else to tell."
That turned out darker than I expected .-. XD
-Snowrose
Written by
BIKE feat C  Philippines
(Philippines)   
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