A little later, somehow.
She finally accepted that Confusion means Me
And that all is decided beyond the We.
8 years of frustrated questions,
And 13 years of His silent cushions.
Spoiled with Your love was She
Now, the turn to choose is for Me.
Die My little doll, take your End.
For You my Awaited, begin.
The time for everything are all been mend
Now, it's to Us to play the role given the When.
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| Seven Suns and the Lovers Apart by Fryz |
