this post will decrease this blog's aesthetics and contaminate previous post's contents, but, depression is still necessary in life cicles/circles

so i expose it... like this: synopsis of a succeeded yet failed love story.

my mistakes have enlightened me to a better self
your mistakes we're luxurious and selfish, destroyers
my mistake was to make you think freedom was a light burden to carry
your mistake was to juggle your freedom
our mistake was to get involved
our mistake was to get separated

if you haven't got a clean conscience,
i'll be happy to know
it means you're still conscious
i hate to know you don't know a thing
i hate to know why, because
i do

hate to still love you
(after what you've done to me, and after you've gone)