I awoke in a room of white, my mind is hazy like a street light. My so-called 'once glassy, crystal orbs' were dull. Monotone they mocked, I WAS one who was lost in loves endless mind games and also one who lost. I jumped as they say, but I don't believe it cause there is only one sensation lingering within me. The stinging of a hand on my pale back...
What happened?
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íf hєαrts cσuld вє mєndєd,
wσuld чσu tαkє чσur hαnd ín mínє.
íf mч sσul cσuld вє єndєd,
wσuld чσu єnd mє.
íf mч hєαrt cσuld вє tαkєn,
wσuld чσu tαkє mє.
íf í fαll αslєєp,
wíll чσu wαtch mє.
íf í fαll dσwn,
wíll чσu cαtch mє.
íf í crч,
wíll чσu wípє thєm αwαч.
íf í cσuld lσvє,
wσuld mч hєαrt вє чσurs...?
⭐Midori⭐
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