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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Stop! You're thinking about it, Ok. But, how do I not? You can't, you're screwed! When did it start? Midnight, the crescent moon. Cold wind felt of relief, take this chance, not to be dramatic. TRICK! I WILL GET RED TIGHTS, A VELVET CURTAIN, AND SOME VIOLINS! DON'T TEST ME! Apologies, please go on. The night is calm, and for once, I am happy. Thinking starts, and that is never good. I love silence, but the fact that silence laughs at me is just staggering to say the least. My body hurts, but that's constant. The issues lie with the mental state. Hating yourself is one thing, but hating a body hating itself is new, not really. WELL, IT IS TO ME! NO ZIP THE TRAP! Ok,! You need help. And you need to kiss my cellulite! I had partners who flew the coop. The split moment the hit the fan. COWARDS! I know. I stood my ground, I made my stance, and I didn't let the bull make me pull away or leave myself to be found in a frozen meat freezer. I did it, and the war never ended. They kept coming! Then they got tired, a couple of cannons every morning and at night. But they were still there, just tired. So I spoke to the wizard who gave me more cannons to take at dawn and dust. The enemy faded to nothing but a whisper in the shadows. When the smoke cleared, there I stood alone on a hill, hearing cheers and voices unfamiliar. Come on, they say, " What's taking you so long? I walk toward them, but my legs are rooted. Then they leave, set on fire, and I laugh at the screams because selfishly, I fought for me. No one was there to help. But looking at my hands, I am holding the gun powder, I am holding the torch. Why? What? Why are you holding the gunpowder and torch? Revenge, you can't abandon someone you spawned with only to run when lines are crossed, loyalty is invaded, and the tides are rough! But you didn't want that! No, I wanted that, and that's why I didn't have to do it. Oh, Him? Yes, Him. Well, that makes sense. You're not brave WHAT DID I SAY!? Ok Ok sorry, I am him! I will be him, he is me! And we live in peace now that the enemies are gone, and so are the cowards. I was on that hill, but I wasn't alone; I couldn't be alone. The group couldn't do that to their own line. I had to have a hand in making sure she- I mean, I wasn't the only one. So maybe cut me some slack, Im not curing cancer I am a twin knight holding the castle together with a rope and hope! So just stop! Stop! Stop STOP STOP! STOP THINKING ABOUT IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT! If it's not too much trouble.
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