ThereItGoes the Runton

In a world where silence reigns, falling gently, I was snow.
Somethings always breaking. And somethings always born.
Its an endless cycle of futility.
Strange and unrelenting, with these kinds of people.
I, who observed, got involved as well.
Problems that cannot be solved, do not exist in this world.
I know its true... but even so.. complicated chapters have made this tale.
If I could have one wish, deep from my heart, a single dream I could call my own.
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