Romeo's heart stopped beating at the sight of juliet's death...Shakespeare's pen stopped writing when he died...
The sun will always set to give way to a pitch black night...
But why I can't see the moon...
Why I can't find my star...
I musn't be left alone. Not in the dark.
Not when there's no one to trust.
I wont trust my self. I don't trust my self.
Has nature skipped a season?
Where has summer gone?
The weather has been gloomy and frisky...
So help me!
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