Gomsin
They call me a Gomsin Now, why wouldn't they? You left me wandering here, Waiting for you, All the moments we spent together Are living memories now. Giving me the reason to live my life, Every passing day are hell to me, Waiting for the news of your return, I remember crying in your arms, Begging you to stay, Begging you not to go, Alas! It was your duty. Come back soon, my love, Your GOMSIN is waiting for you. Only yours.
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