Maybe this time, the ugly scars will blossom to beautiful memories.
Maybe this time, the crooked twists will turn to paths clear and translucent.
Maybe this time, the anguished nightmares will lead to calm and sweet slumber.
Maybe this time, the havocs of the past will guide us to a peaceful future.
Maybe this time, the immature infatuation will be a steady kind of affection.
Maybe this time, the walls I built high will dissolve and untie my fists.
Maybe this time, the thoughtfulness you shower me will take off my fool-proof vest.
Maybe this time, the love of the past trauma will be healed by true and tested love.
Northern Star. You.Me.
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