Cupid might have ran out of arrows before hitting me.
Sugar-saturated fat blocks everywhere
Blood-hued plastics floating in the air
Uprooted beautiful plant life here and there
Too many couples she can’t seem to bear
All these flirting surrounding this lady
Reminds her how sad being single can be
Each act of infatuation that her eyes see
Makes her think that love is just temporary
Years of solidarity sucked the sweetness
This romantic girl once possessed
And were all replaced by useless bitterness
Now love for her is nothing but worthless.
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Queen Cas 
