As every night ends, as every single drop of minute finish, I can’t even find the right words to render to you; I’m deeply confused, seeking what is right for everyone; for her, for them, and for myself… I seemingly cried. How come I ended up like this? Foreboding and full blast wrecked in love with you. Sometimes, the feeling of discomfiture nags me instilling to my mind that you don’t even care about me. That there are times that the sentiment you showed upon me makes me wonder and fonder.
Confuse me more and you’ll see my eyes leaking in the arms not of you…
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