Tried
The same things that break my heart…are the same things that make me smile… The same things that create my tears… are the same things that mend my heart… the world goes on and the story ends.
Cover me with golden dust and rip out my diamond thoughts… I arose from the frost… it was cold when you spoke! This road, this path are the same thing…I was rewarded with resembling of things that mend my broken heart…
You see! They live in between multiple moments but yet they resemble my very home, the same as you’re very own; my broken heart of a home… but yet it mends and my smile rename the moment because I have always tried.
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