My 심장 was equal to a 겨울왕국 log. Then, there was a spark. One that turned into a flame, which rekindled my heart.
It grows, and grows. The 불, 화재 gets warmer, and warmer, the 더 많이 that spark appears. Smooth and velvety, was my
rekindled heart.
The log was greedy, and started to crack. The 불, 화재 consumed it, and the log was starting to turn to ashes. I always knew that the tides would turn, but they broke the rekindled 심장 in half.
The 심장 tried to mend itself with needles and thread. It bled, and bled for the fire, so it would be warm. It was 로스트 in a world of despair, and started to crave...
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