The Pain of Heart Breaking,
If the decorated death was found
then the story would end.
My heart does not hurt all the time again
and wants something else.
But it was possible that in your infidelity
this is in your infidelity.
I was in my life, your long separation.
If you now that you will hurt everyday
will not come to me,
you will go away from me.
I never wanted to love you in any way.
Do not wait for someone, like you.
But I was writing with you my hand.
At that time it is also done in the case of
now many wounds are yours.
Become I show of life,
by putting my heart on it.
You did not come to me,mercy to me.
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