Bent, folded I returned to my own self
Baking in the euphoria of failed love itself
Shivers accompany thoughts, rented worries
Revived just to welcome the sad, old self
Moments are lost when smiles were love,
When winks, faces said how much I cared
Transform me back, if I have no soul at all
Let the toils of failed love refresh my hopes
Let me live to love without remorse
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you write so elegantly
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thank you much
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