There goes my progression…
Like a kid, hearts in laughter you’ll spin around, arms stretched afar, moving everything and everyone in reach.
You’ll make it crash, you’ll make them hurt.
You’ll break all you can, in a childs’ naivety and ignorance you crush me over and over. Bloodshed. So much Bloodshed.
And the Heart is weak, it’s numb with possibility.
‘Never fall in love with Potential’ I whisper, again and again. But potential, dead potential is all I can feel.
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