moksha
I found a guy, in a mysterious way. A guy that won't exist.
I realize, there's only ink and paper. Ciggarates and long black
;to write a happiness and turns out to painful.
'And if you're in love. You're the lucky one because most of it are only bitter'
;daughter
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