Here I sit sipping my tea,
Wondering if you'll think of me.
It's hard for me to say
by what rules you choose to play
I just keep finding pieces of myself
and they're all wasting away.
A starved figure eyes this room
Once healthy and fit now no longer fit for a groom,
Too slender, too thin, what kind of state is she in?
An icy chill hits me still once in
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Mmmm~ <3
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