Yet again, that's life.
Cruelty grows from an injured soul and it splashes everywhere, hitting any person.
The innocent counts on this, but never counts on being striked.
Being striked hurts.
The hands get shaky, the skin gets goose bumps and the body gets numb.
Everyone wishes the world was all about "raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens". But it ain't.
Now, irony and pain is being shot at the innocent.
And still, the heart won't die.
And still, the heart won't die.
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