last page of the calendar
This is the last page of the calendar. This year has been bruised for almost the whole year. Love is not good December is always cold. It's funny to talk about the countdown. Sit and look at yourself in front of the mirror. Saw you and him in love with them until the end of the year under fog and lights In the light of the night meet you with who It's all my heart will return what year is this year Why do I have to endure meet bad people she is with him She must have been more comfortable with me. no matter how much you love But the end result must be parted just goodbye She was never once She goes so easily I'm not a stone🌚 Even though you love him, there are tears But she acted cold. like people who never loved each other It wasn't long after they parted and she forgot the words. 🌧🌧 Miss you even if someone comes in Remind your heart not to fall in love with anyone. Just about you, I still have tears. Even though it's been a long time Time doesn't help me at all. until time lapse but your heart still loves until February This heart is still very bruised. or must arrive in April So I will find love that he does not deceive until time lapse It's been a long time, still waiting Just to meet a true lover that came in and left would be enough just someone who understands 🖤 now February Valentine's Day but with tears Missing you during the last year, still have you bouquet of flowers to give Do you still keep it? But this year I'm sorry. Valentine's Day without you 🥀🥀🥀 《 JaridaNalisa 》
2022-01-18 08:50:00
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2022-01-18 15:54:25
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