Now unto the end of time battles ever on. Pick and choice kill at dawn, or so the story goes. Bonding only to oneself. confusion yet to reign. Now all gone lost in the strain.
Oh to with. oh to gone. Nothing left to say.Cast aside. Not to bond. No place for her to stay. Sit aside to question why. confusion yet to know. And in loves place again comes hate. deception travels on. Without one's self now gone
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