I'm not keeping my own promises. Pristine and pure as they were at the state of making, I can no longer keep to them. How can I demand if I'm not willing to give?
If I only have myself to blame, then I ought not complain. Deny these wistful, poignant melancholy, dive deeper into the bottomless pit known as "self", forget the things I once held close
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