Now that December has come, it randomly reminded me of Anastasia.
Dancing bears, painted wings,
Things I almost remember
And a song someone sings,
Once upon a December
Someone holds me safe and warm
Horses prance through a silver storm
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory
Far away, long ago
Glowing dim as an ember
Things my heart used to know
Things it yearns to remember
Someone holds me safe and warm
Horses prance through a silver storm
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory
And a song
Someone sings
Once upon a December
I think, I've changed. It's like, many things don't matter to me anymore. And what people think of me have started to weigh so little, I start to feel nothing at all. I guess it's a good change. I should stop wasting my time on people who are not worth it.
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