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you have to decide
#TheUnrequitedLove


Going through Haven,
drop by hell,
Shining like Armor,
A bruise must trail.
Birds are singing,
With the wind of fresh
Crying, turture are everywhere
Without any trace.
Flowerious scent,
And an wonderful terrain
Somke cover everything,
Like nobody carring.
Moments are create
And Times are drain,
Time is stop,
Same goes again and again.
You have to decide
Where to go,
A dark endless pit
Or a white paper sheet.
© Drath