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Mar 2019
Consumed by jealously
Beckoned by grief
Where can I possible
Find my relief?

Where the thing that fuels me
Is none other than my friend
With my lover no less
Could this be my end?

To tornment and lies
All I do is continue to cry
To fight this tragedy
I call my real life

And help me if you must
As the ground is unstable
Lend me your hand
Only if your able

I'm falling to the ground
As the world tumbles around
Tossing me like some ***** laundry
Though to this boy I am bound

By the feelings in my heart
Running back in a flee
Why won't you love me!
I continue my pleas

And the answer I got
Was as simple as that
You are not her.
Nyx
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Nyx  18/F/Shadows of the Opera
(18/F/Shadows of the Opera)   
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