Half Past Eternity
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Noone will wait forever. Noone but me. I think it's better to hide, My little shame I don't even breathe when they don't look. I hope they don't know, I always trapped in a fucking hook, Why is my head down? Babe, I probably tired of waiting. I don't even sure you will ever listen this. Your shine hair make me feel so weird. Don't take it rude, what's time it is? And when they answered: It's almost half past eternity. I still was here. Noone will wait forever. So why I'm? Aren't this looks so good? My little shame. I don't even want to exist, when you don't tell me to do. I don't wont me to know, Why is their gaze is always so full Of sadness for me. Babe, I even can't tell you how tired I'm. I'm not even sure you will ever see me this way. I hate how you smile and how I smile back. Don't take it rude how long I was there? And when they answered: It's almost half past eternity. They still was here. But something is gone.
2023-12-04 22:15:43
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