Lying on the bed, alone and shivering,
As the coldness of the morning breeze enters my bones,
Awaiting to be embraced by the morning sunlight.

The sound of nature is all there is,
Making a melody that melts the frozen tears,
Tearing the fragile heart into pieces of unmended emotions.

Memories are all that are left,
As your sane disappears,
Wiped out by the devilish crystals.

No turning back,
Neither can the past be mended,
Nowhere else for us to go,
Other than walking toward tomorrow.

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