𝒯𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓉𝑜𝓇

maybe the clouds has a reason to be grey
hearts that always willing to stay
hands that always up to pray
how foolish of me be blind in the midway
until the last chapter of the book
i can see one of us is a crook

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