Minitu will turn in hours.
Hours will turn into days.
Still, nothing changed for me.
I am a broken doll.

You changed so fast.
Holding someone's hand before me.
I wanna ask you.
What are you made of? rock?

A lot of questions for you.
But I locked it all inside.
Kept all unanswered.
Better than Knowing
the time you were mine
Was all lie.



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