And winter came again this year, the wind as harsh as ever. While cherry trees bloom, my heart just wilts and the only way I can describe what I feel is: the absence of feeling. A white coat, cold and crushing, lies on all that stirs me inside. Just muffled screams, small cracks in the ice, but never the strength to break free. And I saw her standing on the other side of the street, she was about to go for a run. She ran, she was free while my body was rigid, yet I knew: sufferance is all hers. And two broken minds don’t make for a whole one, two broken minds just keep shattering window panes. And each barrier taken down is a wall erected, each comprehension a step backwards in health.

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