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Comments about Marina Souza
and if love was an essence of hate
then why did it choose me to play
its victim in its cruel game?
did i ask for all this?
was it love that blinded me so
that i disregarded the consequences?
why must i be on bent knees
almost as if someone died
and cry about thee?
what a shame,
my memory has bare witness to see
and experience true love
what it does to those who cherish
the little things in life
and also those who take what is for granted
revealed a mask of death
sworn not to show itself
until the darkess time
when the moon sets so ...