There lives an interesting space in this heart I carved for you with quivering claws. I knew that something wasn't right, but from the start you only promised light. Knowing how much words mean to me, the Xorani in love with cakery. I fell too quickly when you told me you cared, trust is nicer than always being wary. Done believing, tired of always being hurt and in the end it wasn't too confusing. I was only a fool, worth fun and using.

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Valnuary, in the year 872 AF.