To all of the souls who wander alone at night, seeking warmth of the nocturnal moonlight, talking to the shadows of their selves, looking for the key to the truth, the key to their happiness, the key to their real nature.
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She was innocent and childish, saw beauty and depth everywhere, until she faced the cruelty of this merciless, harsh world.
She decided to fight.
She decided to sacrifice everything, Including her soft, kind soul. She got broken. She fell. Life crushed her.
But then, she rose again.
And then, she got her pieces back together.
Burnt her feelings and put the ashes in a stained box.
Every now and then, she pulls it out, smells her burnt hopes and dreams. Every now and then, she regrets the old,
~ 4 ~
sweet her.
But life is harsh, and her old self wouldn't survive. She had to
change, She had to die,
To be born again.
~ 5 ~