Depicted as a fairytale,
Increment of hope they avail,
With every action showed to the last exhale,
Love had fluctuated through days and night, but still leave the heart to frail.
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Souls rehabilitation.
RandomWhen you cannot say something, write it. This is where souls go to for rehab. Words that are left unsaid, are written here. Feelings that are left unexpressed, are written here. Just a human going through a hurricane of dullard feelings and thoughts.
Love(?)
Depicted as a fairytale,
Increment of hope they avail,
With every action showed to the last exhale,
Love had fluctuated through days and night, but still leave the heart to frail.
