She tells me it is the highers' decision.
That we cannot live the same way.
How some substance will evaporate.
And how love will crumbles.
Nothing more can I beg,
Nor capable in holding back.
False brick on sick mind,
Is made for the fools of mine.
.................
No longer have I the instance in praying for Shef since nothing good comes. Better to sail it away than carrying the wall on your shoulder.
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