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The record,
of those words,
daggers seated blood

the hidden truth in time,
What did you need to hide me,
what would be wise if it end?
you can not imagine
I poured out the tears,
thinking about the mess you made,
imagine kissing me,
why can not react
and I'm standing there,
the ice takes hold of my heart,
no longer feel pain,
only anger that burns inside me,
I run, run away,
and again, to look Forwards,
just thinking about the mess that I make,
always remember those days of happiness,
and that does not return,
but now, I know because,
and die, die inside,
not suffer,
I will return as before,
not know more than me
nor I thee,
because, over!

- By Lladruc -