riters write, readers read,
what is the good that comes
from me?
I try my best, I give my all,
but that just hardens my
fall.
But I don't quit, not yet,
not now...
I tried again, another
swing of the sword, that
was when I said my last
words.
Up to the sky, I shall
fly, to the heavens,
when I died on that
night, when I tried...
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