When you lost your praying rug,
she come to hug.

First year of your lost were rough,
You wished for the same warmth you used to get from your sweet bulb.

Too bad, she went for a vacay with another bug.

Until the following year you had enough.

She just has to create tragedy of a violent thug, and still she is not sorry for the chaos she has caused.

Oh my god, stupid log.


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