"Today I started something new, something I probably really needed
Some candy given to me by his highness to make me feel better from my mistreat heart
At first I was unsure if taking it would work, so I put off taking it by a few days
Only looking at the bottles of candy in my hands wondering if today is really something new
I open the bottle of two even though there were three to choose from
I pull one from bottle, half from the other
"Will these make me feel better? Will they fix this sadness, the emptiness that resides in my heart? Will they truly help me heal?"
I think as I put the one and half pieces of candy into my mouth and wait for them to take effects on my soul
But the candies, of course they don't come without scarifies, side effects quickly plague me but I brave through them, thinking they are only temporary
I just have to get used to the new candies I put in my body
I mean even magic doesn't come without giving up something right? Why is happiness any different?"
