as I asked for your help, you returned a mendacity
as you now fly your way, I leave this city
as you pick your supply, I count my blessings
as you feel no remorse, I bless my testings
flutter your wings, soar higher than before, because darling you don’t know, when you’re going to burst into flames
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This was the perfect ending for my story today. Thanx ❤
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