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Turning from reality into a dream, You will be silently dying inside. I do not have the heart to hurt you ever, You will commit there your own suicide. Notwithstanding the pains you continually gave, I tried to save you, I tried to keep If you'd been a bit more free and savvy, We would have developed at least friendship... There will be a funeral lingering for years, But 'the meaning of life' won't oppress again And past was ruined by wrath and angers So, there is nothing left behind to regain. You care about future ignoring the now, You believe time buries all bad theories Past is more permanent than future, somehow As one day future will be past in memories We can still build a nice memory of past Which we can carry to future to hold on to, Even if you withhold everything from me, I'll cling to my blazing, fervent impromptu
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Dec 16, 2017
Dec 16, 2017 at 3:57 PM UTC
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Turning from reality into a dream, You will be silently dying inside. I do not have the heart to hurt you ever, You will commit there your own suicide. Notwithstanding the pains you continually gave, I tried to save you, I tried to keep If you'd been a bit more free and savvy, We would have developed at least friendship... There will be a funeral lingering for years, But 'the meaning of life' won't oppress again And past was ruined by wrath and angers So, there is nothing left behind to regain. You care about future ignoring the now, You believe time buries all bad theories Past is more permanent than future, somehow As one day future will be past in memories We can still build a nice memory of past Which we can carry to future to hold on to, Even if you withhold everything from me, I'll cling to my blazing, fervent impromptu
Mirza-Lazim
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Dec 16, 2017
Dec 16, 2017 at 3:57 PM UTC
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