How I aspire to be young again
running in spree
with on only glee
in this crimson stone.
Living without any fear in the world
unaware and carefree of the trivialities
that woes this crimson stone.
And as you grow older, you become disenchanted
as the silhouettes of the world becomes
to vanish. The ones that did not burden you
now becomes the stinging pain that keeps pushing through
the innocent grey sparks and the
crimson bleeding stone soon becomes heavy to bare
affected by all
hurt by all
seeing all
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