Whenever you felt a guilt
remember every heart you tilt
Thou this wouldn't change the fact
but been the reminder
that you aren't a bad person
Wherever you lost your way
There's always a sign
It depends
On how your heart really wish for it
Maybe everything were fading
Maybe nothing's going your way
That doesn't change
The fact that you could change
Choosing the multiple
maybe easier than a blank sheet
But all of your blackish writing
Show that you have been there
And you tried
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typing all this on random,
just loathing all those thoughts of trust
I trust your words,
truly & deeply
I trust your hand,
which hold me tight
yes,it's mine
Carrot105