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Was i punished,

by falling in love?

Was i punished,

by falling apart?

Was i punished,

for being good?

or Was i punished,

for using my heart?



i'm killed, its bitter,

i'm burried with a thought!

i'm drowned on the river~

of the peace i sought!

my love grows bigger,

though he's nothing~ but a TRICKER!

he's " MY LOVE", i only thought~

i was stupid, " he's MY KILLER!"



My peace was false,

as i was filled with painful wounds,

and terrible sores!

i was hopeless,

without a power,

sad and helpless,

without a force!

i thought its painless,

but with love, i was cursed!

i've been punished~

i've been burned!



when i remember,

how love had vanished,

i simply shiver,

as my eye, blooded sheds!

then Again i wonder,

was i punished?

~.~.~.~.`

or was i blessed?



THE END,

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