Some things can be broken, most things cannot be salvaged
Through cherry lips, through cherry eyes
Through broken glass, and broken hearts composed of the same frailty
Through locked and unlocked doors
Through stained mirrors, from which the reflection I hate more than anything
From the constrained voices, the skipped heartbeats and breathes
The echoes without remorse, tainted now by regret and sorrow
"To you, my everything"
I owe you nothing
It's just the dust settling.
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