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Mar 2016
Countless memories of the abyss
My wandering soul within
So much more to look forward to
So much more to uphold

Sacrifices of secret treasures
The tenders of the heart, the living element
Gone into the depths
Lost in   the wild

Factors to losing  a precious being
They lay it in front of you
You have to be ready
Disaster is coming soon

Put the blame on me, let me apologise
Condemn me if you must
For I did not do what I should to keep you

Shut up, it's not up to you

I don't want to be ready
Leave me alone
The abyss will not disturb me, or  temper my soul
I am the hope, that I most certainly know
Don't tell me  how to live my life. Don't tell me who to love and who not to. Don't tell me what to like and what not to. Don't tell me what to accept and what not to. It's not up to you.
Written by
archwolf-angel
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   Eudora and ryn
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