My fault was nerver dreaming world so beautiful and bright.
My fault was color those unfinished dreams with light.
My fault was I could change the way you are
My fault was hoping for a normal life beneath the scars.
Now I stand with silent thoughts, holding pieces left behind _
learning that some heart stay distant, no matter how
hard we try.
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