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A Random Passenger rests Here

I need a purpose,

an epic tale!

I’m not a princess.

I’m a swordsman,

a mercenary,

my last breath given in a fight

where all is done for higher cause

no matter the pain,

the danger and loss.

 

I refuse to just live it through

and be put to rest.

I need a purpose,

an epic quest!

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Jun 25, 2013
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