A road of clustered, unknown faces
A warm heart with gratitude
Empathy let me foresee my fault
But lost faith left me in pieces
A self-chosen, weary path
Nothing but shattered glasses,
warning me to turn around—
but I won’t, and I don’t want to.
Empathy let me foresee my fault
But lost faith left me in pieces
A self-chosen, weary path
Nothing but shattered glasses,
warning me to turn around—
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