What is this incessive need to be rejected? Has not the heart of this fool been broken many times before? All the abuse, to swell as a wound infected. With time only to become sore.
Calice, covered over by time and memories anew. For when the wound was fresh, nothing did you do. As time heals all wounds, pain and healing mesh. Life left to chance, another guess.
Take now truth, as if it were your sword. Ripped across the hands of time and more.Hearts are broken but with time heart's heal. And those who once were cold suddenly feel. When eyes are opened and fates are sealed.In the end if truth be known. Without a fools love you are truly alone.
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