You and I look at things differently.
All you can see is the evil existing deep inside an innocent heart.
Trying to draw the darkness within to emerge from its serene slumber.
The only quality I can see in a heart is how fragile one can be.
So delicate, it could break with the weight of a single tear.
Your views seem frigid and emotionless.
What could reshape a pure heart into a frozen stone?
 
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