From the few years I've been on this plane, I've learned more then what is meant for someone to carry alone. I live in shadows, I carry love with despair. I support the heavens with my tears from memories I wish I could forget. My mortal flesh is young, though my mind is ancient. I think in ways most have forgotten, from the greatest of poets to the lowest of slaves I carry their history, a small piece of a puzzle meant to be my life.
'What is love, if not an eternal source of energy constantly filling itself with your grace.'
'What is the highest mountain peak's compared to your beauty? '
'What am I but en empty shell if I lost you now.'
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