Thriving in solitude has been mistaken as my life story.
I want to blame it on someone,
It's so difficult.
Tears and sorrow caused my eyes to melt away.
Autumn passed, and in the dead of winter I became a year older.
You think you've run far away, but your story never ends.
And yet, you're smirking.
It's so cowardly.
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