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End of Season


Bereavement is existences cessation

Annihilation to all blood-pumping organs in an animate beings

You can choose your destiny, fate has no punishment.

Immortality in paradise, or an abyss of anguish in flames

Decide wisely what you want your future to unfold

In the eyes of which you behold you see many things

Truth of that is, the heart imbalanced with the mind can lead to deceit

Miscomprehending adoration for lust

Underestimating what to do & what you must

I know in true that I do not misinterpret this feeling 

Manipulation was the light I saw from your face

I choose me

No longer will you convince me your love is true

Your abuse, control, & emotional turmoil is at the end of due

I will be my paradise

The flames will forever be my passion

because I no longer love you

 

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