Mix Feelings

Thanks to them
Sorry to thee

Hope everything's fine
Cause in my mind
This matter is blind
I wish there was enough time
For me to justify
But why you treat me as a passerby?
For the bond we bind
You had strangle it to die
Curse me if you think it's right
Whereas i'm always here to await your criticize
For I will show you this sign i always liked.

\m/ Hails





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