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Dear Mauld,

I wrote you a song.
.

After all we've been trought
Good memories are not aloud,
Gotta pay this eternal sue
Paying to avoid you around
You once were so smart
You trusting my "not to worry"
You once had some decency
But just never show me
You modified your body
Now your body and your soul
Are like mine
And you're creepiest than me
But at least I can see
This is not how I imagined...
Hard it to handle
The sword and candle
At the same time I give you a hug.

Even if the whole world tell not to
I still persist I still being a pain-in-the..

I can not talk
but
Talk is just talk
and
I'm not talking to you
so
I think you might not get it
'cause
You probably regret knowing me...
so
When you see me hiding
Don't think it's because of you.
See,
I can't talk to you,
But
I can sing.
.