Chapter 8
He asked what was wrong,
The hurt was like drought,
The dryness of love showered by hate,
When I didn't answer he knew what to do,
The next thing he said shattered me into a thousand pieces,
He said he doesn't love like I do,
The hurt was like drought,
The dryness of love showered by hate,
When I didn't answer he knew what to do,
The next thing he said shattered me into a thousand pieces,
He said he doesn't love like I do,
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