Then I have learned to love without

Object expectation fear obsession fighting for a place as the fire eats up the remnants of the day

Crushing away dreams to drops of rain

Then I learned to love within

and the story fell in the abyss of madness and the spell bloomed and dried up under the summer sun again


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