Waking morn to see your face
I truly do indeed disgrace
My sight as I can not take
The pain brought by your distorted state.
With the slumber that can not be kept,
I find myself wishing eternity be met,
For eternity with thee is painfully bled
Therefore I find that I prefer immediate death.
Presently, I am emotionally disturbed.
Wishing to be, from you, deterred.
Inform me if you do concur
With my running from thee with no return.
I ask my dear your understanding of my complication
As my frustration is that I detest thee.
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