Or whenever he says so
I'm aware of my despair Tenderness pulses through my heart once again There's no winner after all, like you declare Spare me the dwelling, because I am in pain Too late for being kind, sparing me as an heir Decapitated with a clean, sharp cut Till death tears us apart, or whenever he says so. @Nathy_2362
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