old 🍞
Like a piece of bread forgotten on a plate, old and tough, as me. Neglected inside my shell, I've hardened.
Unwanted spirits annihilated my emotions. I desired to be that reflection of light, that aroma of freshness, and that representation of growth.
Lyrics flowed inside my heart, a song for life, for hope, for lost promises, and for infinite embraces.
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