The sad explosions, still haunt my nights....
Incision after incision the pain still continues to dance in my nightmares....
A broken heart cannot be restored....
Even if you change it to a new one, the old mirror will still be a source of fear....
Wound after wound leaves a trail of different stories....
However, the tightness will feel the same...
So be it, now I enjoy the bland taste of life....
Let me learn to walk with sorrow and pain....
Thank you for all the beautiful stories....
And don't forget to thank you for the broken repetition that you said you wouldn't repeat....
