The feeling of being alone
The hopes of tomorrow
Has been depleted
And the rise of the drops of sorrow
Because I'm devoid of devoted
And I can't stand for this pine from my bosom
Because you were my obimo
Right now I'm at a war with my self
Why I wasn't quenched of this amiss
That arointed of you
Because I'm devoid you,
I'm like an open draw of the shelf
Because…
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