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Cry Love

Cry of the heart which is increasingly called
Makes the heart screamed unbearably
of all the lies mere
are always around me

Who knows how long I can last?
To still hold firm beliefs
of a lie

Although I know it is a lie
I still tried to to believe
But all I know the truth
Me getting hurt, devastated overtime
all that remains is ash
And I still retain the ashes
Until nothing left at all

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