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Jun 2017
Is no ordinary cloud.
Yet it mirrors the wrath of sorrow to this lonely aching heart,
It covers the light of sun and filled the darkness to a curse land.
A lang which i stand where happiness was gone,
Of which i recall where was it begun.

That the whipping of this vanquishing pain has cost me a thousand dime,
For Mr. Walker with a label of black has consumed me every night.
Like a shape-shifter that struggles as moonlight shines,
As a vampire that slowly dies from a sunshine.

Sadness had reign the night,
With the evelish tongue that broke the greatest knights.
The burning pain has eaten me alive,
Since the minute that your LOVE was expired.
11thbutterfly
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11thbutterfly  30/M/Philippines
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