Jul 11
You left.
And my soul withered like a flower.
Waiting for death
to come.
Truly, I know
it
would be sorry
For coming late.
And my soul withered like a flower.
Waiting for death
to come.
Truly, I know
it
would be sorry
For coming late.
Nothing but emptiness.
Written by
Frost Evergarden A Roburesu
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