Memories. Magic.
Why does everything seems frustrating to me.
Once broken it can't be fixed not even the lightest touch of love dust.
Fairy tale doesn't exist for people like me.
Dreams will turn to a nightmare.
And nothing is going right.
What feels so wrong delights the darkest part you.
Catching every piece or fragments that can never match you, but in return, it will only hurt you even more.
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