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If I was same as love, how much time do I have to live?

Hi Angela, I hate you — from your sassy ways to your despicable pride.

All I was, was a fly with no heart with no love — took me as "one of them."

I searched for love, I found it hidden in a stone. I thought I could break through to find its beauty.

Leave my body where it lies. Love is lost, now I have no time for what I see and feel for my own.

I woke it up with love and hope, I gave it all the best I could — and then you made my heart fail too.

My heart of stone is softened by breeze. It kept me in a fragile state.

You’ve reached the end — for now.