"Exile"
As the sun divides the horizon and the sky, time becomes disposable before the mirror image of an ocean in sight. Forsake that what kept you awake. Embrace your protector and stare each other face to face. Scar under my skin, take the final bite of this mind groggy and thin. You shall not cross the lane without a trace 'cuz, for good or bad, you out-did yourself in this phase of becoming my favourite and most hated tale. I won't fear the setting sun, nevertheless i will not abandon the twilight that comes; I am to embrace this, I choose the exile, for your love is a lie.
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