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I grip the blade,

I can't cut,

I handle the rope,

Unable to tie the knot.


I had a bottle of pills;

Poured them down the drain,

I lost the suns warmth,;

Waited in the rain.


A thought of your essence,

I swiftly hold back,

Every weappn of mine,

As the force slowly lacks.


Letting my sadness roam,

But not a thought roamed,

'Cause you're fighting,

With me, the voices back.


Your warmth a reward,

For not a scar to show in sight,

"We can beat them," you sing,

"Together, we will fight."


Alas, we fought them completely.

Lovefightingself harmfriendshipstaying strong

◄ The Faol's Tale of Forsaken Love

Moons Dusk ►


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