I'm drowning in the sorrow, I breathe my final breath. To bear the pain of morrow, will bring me to my death. For my body will live on, yet my heart sure to die. All the traces of hope gone, not a star in my sky.
Reason for writing:
The death of my heart.Birth sign: Pisces
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