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Preconception and stereotype, once established  and cemented by your faded passion, are hard to break.

How many times I  spare no efforts waitting for your nostalgic look, however, what I eventually gain, is just a freezing void.

There exists a crack,  from then on, which continues to split split with eternal deceit deceit.

What I really thought, for your part, is just a treasuring mind.