She said to me. You're a liar. I stepped far from her tears, I never stood for myself.
Frustrated and bitter, she drew a river of rage in her heart.
A dark sweetheart searching for love.
I'm a liar like the majority of lovers, seeking that fire, I consume spirits on my shores.
You are a fallen spirit in that war. And love resembles greed, conflict, and possessiveness.
Sorry, my love for draining you on my trail to find my fulfillment.

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