If what exists is not what it is, What I'll give her is not what I'll miss. She took me with a bitter control. Still, I will miss her life when she goes away.
Because her warmth Was all that I had. The fragile little spirit that I held in my hands. The worst thing of all: I couldn't even save her as she was waiting to fall.
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Because her warmth was all that I had. The fragile little spirit I held in my hands.
