Isn't it weird how we know before hand we're going to regret doing something but we end up doing it anyways? Isn't it weird how humans try to cling onto hope even when they hit rock bottom. How the possibility of a brighter and a better future - makes a man - as well as breaks him. My heart no longer knows the warmth that came with Spring. It's no longer spring in my heart. Winter engulfs it - A graveyard of empty words and promises, A ghost town with thrones everywhere~
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