Thanking of you
Shall I shine like a diamond and not have a soul;
I rather crumble than to be found as an empty hole.
To have all the glares and still do not reflect,
and lead a life that insults your intellect,
may I drown in endless despair.
I rather crumble than to be found as an empty hole.
To have all the glares and still do not reflect,
and lead a life that insults your intellect,
may I drown in endless despair.
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