Is not going to remain so.
No longer.
These be the last tears you make me hold in.
Sometimes, even the closest of kin, no not sometimes but always- has to deserve affection, trust, love-- they are not mere human affectations.
The land you have tilled with your lies- I have stopped calling it home a long time ago but under the roof of that cafe I have lingered too long... now this too-faithful traveler has to look for another land.
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