She's enthusiasm core
And nothing will be more
But, when the rain dropped
She also got trapped
In this land,
She was whole and brand
And now she's a sand.
Because of the pain
She was collided by its train.
I thought the wounds would be less
Yet, it became more mess.
She's still on a death note
Even though she fought.
She's still got inside of the dark
I am also the mark.
'Cause of the pain she's making it growl
Now I know that she's my dead soul.
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PoetryBe acquit from the past. Let your today cast As if it will never last. Sula't Tula : contains compiled poems.
