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You used to be the reason I conquered nations and set them ablaze
Now burn them as kindle for the warmth you never gave me
Existence feels like a prison sentence
25 to life for the crime of being born
Nothing I do could ever be considered "good behavior"
So I might try to escape soon
Dawn to each other, we overlap
A darkness the world waited to see

Now they wait, again, for another show
While I simply await your return to me.
He is my moon and I am his sun
In my folly I should have kept in mind,
The two were never meant to merge
An eclipse is just a show for the eyes...

And then its done.
Its unfair to be born the way I am,

But I can't claim to be good at card games,

If I'm unable to play the hand I was dealt.
I break again to be mended differently
But everything's the same
There's nothing that can fix me
And somehow I'm to blame
First line was borrowed from another poet, the last 3 are the fruits of that line's inspiration.
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