Love grows cold. Blood, tears and gold.
You only have yourself to blame. Free falling 100 stories high, floating. And the next thing you know your head lands first and your smashed face is immersed in blood, tears and brainjuice. All because of high induced hope and expectations.
Maybe I'll start to be more serious from now on, so that people will laugh harder the next time when I'm not.
Love grows cold, so does belief.
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