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The seasons of despair know no bounds;

One tries to get you on your feet

To drop the sense of consciousness,

It slams the certain in your face

And burns the reason to the ground.



I say I’d give myself up over something worthy enough to change the course of my life, then I turn to admit that I should stop daydreaming.


What if I told you that the tears in my eyes have dried?
Would it matter if I say that I have moved on?
Will you stop seeing me the way you see me?
And how will I ascertain that you’re doing fine too?
Note: No inquiry intended.