I'm down on my knee, hunger for a thirst of your unknown soul.
that soul cries out to me, calling me in different way possible to ruin me.
such soul I cannot comprehend, where does it come from?
Is it real? its creation beyond perfection, soothes me from head to toe.
call me once again, dry out my conscious, perfect in itself, I seem to ache for more.
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Time Forgets. heart does not forget. scarred for life.
better in time. take refuge it does not last. look out for more heartbreaks.
the right one won't come about.pray that it will pass. pray so content will surface in time.
hope for something better. joy and happiness is life