The bottle has only residue,
Yet it holds you like glue,
Months before a refill,
Imagine your life until...
The monotony of your reliance,
The hell of your existence,
Walk away my friend,
Before she sees your end,
Which will end her to...
The chances you've been given,
Will not get you to heaven,
Stop your constant betrayal of the truth,
Love is the foundation of who you are,
Go to her, she, not the lies will set you free...
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Author:
Tayama (
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