interlude.
the begging of the end.
now, we trudge past the
angsty cities
and go home.
we journey into my heart,
a valley settled between
love and pain.
these are my heartfelt sorrows
and my cries from the soul.
you have entered my mind,
but it's my heart that you won't
forget.
-ea
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