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Love is an illusion, falling is a delusion

Why does it take Death and destruction To bring us together?

At night, I was alone all on my own

no one can save her

The tears and the madness are the beauty in the sadness.

Crooning your tune of self-reproach and guilt, crumbling all the walls you’ve built.

Last night, I dreamed of you.

I heard you in the night crying

In every step, there is a spring that bursts from the ground to gush forth into the heavens.

In the early morning, I awoke in a tomb of snow.