Curse has come to past love has gone too fast from pain to soot and ash.
To what do I owe this cost to have gained a love and lost for nothing. A lower life tool treated as such grown but not too much an adolescent. Eager but never willing tasty but never filling the lust of all desire. The confusion of the brain commotion of emotion foul word is pain.
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