My confessions may appear unpleasant, yet they align with my destiny.
My lips are dried.
Just thinking of you.
I pay you all possible tribute.
Life manifested in strife.
I am out of breath.
Just thinking of you.
Despite the fact that my garden was destroyed by thunderstorms and I am struggling with myself, I am overcome with tears.
Just thinking of you.
My confessions may appear unpleasant, yet they align with my destiny.
My lips are dried.
Just thinking of you.
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Mustafa The Pretty
Waiting is a sadness fading into madness
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