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The winter sun brings out the purity of the heaven-given snow, Yet the ice cracks beneath my winter boots, falling low. As if there's...

My mind became an icy wasteland, The wind howled in my soul, They wrapped their tentacles so tight, My heart stopped beating at all. The...

I was not the perfect friend, Or the neat and tidy, But you had enough love in your heart, And your heart led the steady rhythm within. I...

Heartbreak? Desolation? Probably, I never understood it before; it used to sound like permission, albeit retroactive? To hurt someone....

It's a floor, a rock bottom, As I hit it, the urge to go up dies, The mind feels dead inside, And the heart no longer beats. No more am I...

My heart is now in a shattered disarray of pieces, Some lost, some disinterested, and some still hopeful, Not that your vile self would...

You bring the cycles of destruction on us me Framing false-heroes, and boosting your conceit, You flash those cold-blue eyes, and grit...