cruel summer turned
into cruel spring,
and the grin of a devil,
now somber.
what was once
delicate
has shattered
into a thousand pieces.
watching as she too,
turned into one of the
girls he loved,
past tense.
there's something in the
happiness of then
and now,
that causes tears to fall:
the invisible string
now broken in front
of our eyes.
was this all just
a hoax?
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