he took more than octaeteris
i gave him forever
he flew back visiting 'old friend'
i stayed even it broke me
since then
i was not myself
he's so pure
as long as i see
he drew me
breathed blind
fake smiling
there was a rope
then many
there was a lie
kinda best lie
he was my world
he was my best
till I brave to leave
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