how could i endure one more sunrise in this cold
and unfamiliar place? where friends pass by like autumn leaves
only stay for a season. my heart dead to the smallest act of compassion it gave them no reason to break the cycle of
the passers by.
their actions made trust a failed practise so here i stand on this hill alone, never turning back in hopes that the past will fade.
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