THE KILLER. he's not worth swallon eyes or dreadful tears.
he's not worth thinking about or waiting for years.
he's the one who changed my life.
he's the one who's holding the knife;
killing my soul as he stabs my heart,
keeping the vow-till death do us part.
as the sun sets, i pray,
"Dear God, please lead me to the right way."
-Insyirah
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