A hand comes down from the bleak horizon
It is cold
But it is a hand nontheless

A heart will never be unbreakable
But I've stopped breaking my own
I might break someone else's but I'll try to be there to help pick up the pieces

A face
Free from the imperfections of the living
But what is perfection should it not be alive

Being alive is to need air, water and food
But is it really the same as living
How can you be alive yet feel so dead inside

Do you believe in the magic
You may be charmed but still be unseen


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