I was saying vows ,
was promising faith.
blushed every time
when I heard swear words.
I am still not matured,
my mind is not ripe
but so exhausted
to feel tightly tied.
am I kind?
am I gentle?
my heart always bleeds...
salty tears in my throat
make me believe...
there is no other road
than straigtly to hell
if I don't turn this page
and start all anew.
I was saying vows
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