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The Knife That Killed Me
Curse you, curse you forgiving and patient heart you would receive a thousand papercuts before admitting a person's fault I don't know why Why are you so dead-set on letting me embrace, witness the brutally honest elegantness dwelling inside...her, Anastasia Why do you keep her tangled within intermingling hues of my personality Why can't you aid in my campaign to let her go (sigh) I forfeit, I just want to let her go let her go and recover, forget this dreadful haze ...I love her...no, we've been through this before It just couldn't be, just leave me to believe in the folly I realize I was willing to fight for her but I'd fight for anyone I just didn't expect her to leave I guess someone had to if I wouldn't Yes, I was willing to fight but my prize a thousand reasons to wave the white flag of surrender I've seen all of this before but I swallow the pain down every time like people in the circus swallow swords It's written down in ancient history I was taken down by the knife which killed me In the face of truth, I denied fate to forge my own broadsword which took off the head of the wielder (sigh) me I kept our union alive long enough for her to stab me and return to her king, her petty reasons I'll never grasp but I despise them both for implanting this time bomb inside me or was it really the seed of jealousy sprouting dangerously I lied, claimed the feeling comfortable while simultaneously because the spawn of the demon of anger relatively close to the fate of Nero, part of the bloodline of Rome To all these demanding questions, I don't know is your fatal answer Curse you heart, why do you find joy in aiding the enemy in slowly worming it's way back into me I honestly thought, believed I banished her... although I kept the door open in hopes of her return... but she only came in to steal you again On her way out, a punch she threw my way and I stood there, a statue, still in sheer defiance taking the force and I stood still in a quiet storm between enraged and hopeless The tears raining down from the thunderstorm of my eyes made me aware; I'm still me somewhere below the surface ...so why do I sit here in silence... ...feeling like I'm nothing...nothing... ...nothing at...all...
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