What to think

You can cry for a day

You can cry for two

You can stop trusting people

It's all up to you

Never going to get better

I guess this is the bitter end

Nothing left to live for

Nothing left behind that bend

Otherwise there'll be another one

And a third, fourth and fifth, too

So if you dry your tears right now

The Goddess will be with you.

The End

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