Today, a broken self is drunk with symphonies,
Symphonies of love
That escaped from chambers of my heart,
And left me with comfort of solitude's grass,
Please teach me how to love again
Love pure and innocent existing in fairytale,
A love that bind happiness and misery,
A bondage of mystery,
A love that bridge the gap of silience and melody,
I want to love
A love made with hope and a dash chemistry.

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