To have loved and to be loved,we found joy in the fluttering of our hearts.
If only had we opened our hearts to each other, to know that we share the same burden on our shoulders.
Disappointed have you been my love, that you walked away one morning.
To save the heart from pain and to be sunken in it feels the same.
What gone and what if stayed could have made me happy?
What makes me a villain and a hero at the same time?
When do I take pride in the accomplishments of my heart?
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