Mention

And when healing has it's own beauty to embrace, I rarely like my past to be rephrased. Because in the past who I was I wanted to time stand still, and thought that my happiness would come back and fill. Just because I wanted to believe it, because I know I've gotten lazy, And my personality has gotten shady. Wonder though I do not at all, since people had criticised me a lot in fall. Sad that a sense of care is called cringey, I sat on the swing and stand in the swingey. While the Wind poured my face with drops of rain which clouds have squeezed out, and the sun that came rarely once a month from the weather it fought. Tears my soul didn't need to pour out, Anger my soul has made already a Sound, Confusion my sould has already found, Love my sould had already in amount. Changed I did never, Just my heart will be closed forever.