the poem
I quarreled him
Today — two Years
You’ve leaving me…
Today — tonight
I’ll kiss with him
Today — not fight
And none extreme…
You’ve tear my soul
I want to live
My heart has hall
But not increase…
I love myself
I’m always rich…
You don’t love me…
He wants my soul…
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