Shi cally mi hurt
In har pams like fingars,
Cowting tyms it bits harder
Like an eyescream on a sanny day,
Eat melts mayi hurt.
Shi seas no feature with mee.
In har pams like fingars,
Cowting days foe the end
Mine chase-ti left to exprode.
Boom... a farelytale.
Shi call mee boi,
Oh boi must unlove mee.
U diserve a better lyf
And more so I a none!
A parallel lyf's pass.
© Ankwasa Harlord
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