Poem-
Love is patient
Love is kind
Love is psycho
Plays with your mind.
I still need you
And anda need me too.
Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa.
My fault, my grievous fault.
When you're hurt
By my hand
It's Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa.
To Cinta is to destroy.
It's a contradiction.
When I've tried my hardest to keep anda safe
Shield anda from the world outside
I try to kill those who breathe on you
I feel apathy.
You're warmth on my skin
Chills me within, I push anda away
I run away from you, my fears of losing you
Overcome my Cinta for you
Cut myself, dreams of anda deteriorating slowly kill me
Driving me insane
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