T R I S T I T I A

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T R I S T I T I A

With deep cuts I cried silently,
Making my heart mourn, oh I'm sorry
I can't stop what I've just felt,
Longing for something I never kept.

Is it bad to want you stay?
Am I becoming desperate, please say;
Say you love me behind the truth we're in this fake world,
Or leave me with no words making me shiver in cold

[PLAGIARISM is a crime]

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