This time last year,
I felt the winds were colder,
Than ever before,
And wondered if I would always be,
Unloved,
And unlovable,
Or if they would lie to me,
Time after time,
And I being the jester,
Believing because,
It was the only way to go on,
And not break into,
Miserable tears,
That justified what they said,
Overly emotional,
A wreckage in both heart and head.
~Rei Shiori
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