My ハート, 心 was equal to a アナと雪の女王 log. Then, there was a spark. One that turned into a flame, which rekindled my heart.
It grows, and grows. The 火災, 火 gets warmer, and warmer, the もっと見る that spark appears. Smooth and velvety, was my
rekindled heart.
The log was greedy, and started to crack. The 火災, 火 consumed it, and the log was starting to turn to ashes. I always knew that the tides would turn, but they broke the rekindled ハート, 心 in half.
The ハート, 心 tried to mend itself with needles and thread. It bled, and bled for the fire, so it would be warm. It was ロスト in a world of despair, and started to crave...
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