fail the sun to shine as there is no more beauty
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left to alighten.
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what once flourished has weathered away
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and what will not weather
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i cannot stomach.
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oh, the cruelty of a persistent scar.
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i can keep my lips from trembling
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while i sever, with regretful hands,
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the strings so carelessly attached to me.
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i can remove the litter of intimacy.
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alas,
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this will not be the death of me
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if that which merely tears seldom lasts,
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how can that which breaks ever heal?
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i would rather bleed than feel.
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i woul rather bleed.
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no man can learn the value of his life without pain.
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yet, no man deserves a life's worth in pain.
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and i have a lifetime left to learn.
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am i not a better man?
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a man who has grown sound and strong,
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a man who has learned from his misery.
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am i not a better man?
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a clever man who taught his flesh the way of steel.
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this lasting man of resolve and will.
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am i not a better man?
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or just a bitter man
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that rots with memoris and only grows cold.
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indeed i have grown cold.
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and this moment feels like the harshest end to the coldest day.
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this day has lasted a lifetie, with an eternity left to lapse.
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here i am,
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forsaken just as i forsook the sun,
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a blend of venom and winter -
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the kiss of frost and poison.
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how i have wished for a steady hand to wipe away these scares
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or a tender kiss to render me forgetful.
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where the sun to follow bitter examples,
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we would truly know winter
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eternally
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may the sun shine on the forsaken.
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may the sun shine brightly,
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and illuminate our scars
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Willing Oneself To Forget What Cannot Otherwise Be Forgiven
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| Shai Hulud |
