It's true.
When a heart falls sick and when time is its only saviour
the fever might just pass on its hopelessness to the remedy.
To love someone who’s hiding behind another can be like loving a ghost.
You will come to doubt your own truth.
And how a heart can possess both the sun and callousness,
how you can make such an impossibility become,
I’ll never find atonement, I’ll always despise.
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