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Jun 2016
I don't care anymore,
I don't stare anymore.
It doesn't bother me,
for now I am free.

He said i'm pretty
when you never did,
now he is saving
My heart that you bid.

Perhaps you'd forgotten
my eyes that were yours,
yet you gave them away
but he, he will stay.

For though he won't love me,
that I do know.
Yet still he will save me
and you, you shall go.

This still my last thought,
my heart, for now bought.
I will not hate
for this be my fate

Now I will plead,
one thing, all I need,
I don't wish for money,
nor silver, nor gold.

Let me forget you
Let this drift into dust.
But don't let me regret you,
*Unless still I must.
Arina Noir
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Arina Noir
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