You wanted it all
Even though u had everything
We never saw it all
It happen in a flash
We were here but not anymore
Now it seems we never exist
Is this judgment?
Is this pride?
Maybe the reality
Have tried to ignore
It’s all a white page now
A gift of a black rose
Like the crescent moon
I come in a mist
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