Even if my fate is being hurt , my heart will not falter.
My wish will not change , it will not be corrupted by darkness ,
i don't care what i have to do ,
Love . . . kindness . . . i don't care if i have to throw them away,
i don't care if i have to die alone,
My ideal will carry me forward.
My glass heart , covered in scratches , will never falter.
As long as there's a small light inside me , i will fight for my ideal.
The path may be dark ,
But it holds something precious . . . something gentle.
Something . . . worth dying for.
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Broken Nights
Poetry~Layers of precious sin . . . filled with kind lies~ All my poems and thoughts , some of them are filled with hope , and others with despair , showing the two facets of a human being , their optimism and the dread they try to contain. Enjoy!
