Untitled W

Poem By Babette Teeth

Sin remains sin, while there must be somebody can win
But neither you nor me
Or the whole world would feel it is unfair and would complain
You've got enough and time to pay your course
There's nothing to do with you and me
I foreverly don't know who you are that behind me
That's impossible nobody would meet you, it's too early to say so
Everything has its course that goes to the climax
When you've done enough it is also back to yourself I strictly believe

so
You wanna attract viewers but just say so
It is your style that the first part is of you and the followed part is of me
I hate your style so much, you indirectly disgusting bullshit
I don't think you lived well these days while hiding deeply into the damp darkness, while i'm going out under the sunshine finally.

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