The Burden Of Suffering Alone

 It was great but fatal, she kept dust in the cradle... She had the audacity to lie with brutality, our life was never happy in reality... Forgiveness isn't with us, so vicious, I wish this against us...

 Broken moment in minutes, I'd break in an instant because the image of us is distant... In stuttering love is my own misery, remember me & The Burden Of Suffering Alone...

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