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Mar 2021
It began as a mistake,
a sweet lie,
a sin i couldn't scape.
It began as a mistake,
as it took control of me,
like a demon
feeding the weak.
It began as a mistake,
but it was the most beautiful one,
that i ever taken.
Im seating here,
alone in my throne,
waiting to you,
to come home.
Written by
Michael Allan Castle  23/M/Portugal
(23/M/Portugal)   
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