No mather what people say

Salt and pepper it is my love life
Is no one’s possession, or vice versa
A play is only for the moment
But the feeling can consist
And it is wrong, yet right
So, it becomes destructive
Looks like I painted too simple a picture
However, this reality is not so
I miss my hunter
It would be complicated
But some will take place anyway
Wondering why I’m not letting go

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