By tomorrow, if to be, i will be dead, in deaths bed. I cannot be saved, not by you and not even if i stay true, to the outside of truth. Where do you u your turn, there where i side by Burn, is none to zero any of your concern, that fact rains more than once four the for in certain. Cry i never for the sake of my tears, only one has been the witness, the one that holds the key to my heart. I was there when she was born, i pray to the gods not there when she departs. Walk i did, through the valley of death, i fell in the dark back alleys, so she never should. And if she does, i will carry her, i will grave her scars, because pain, i can carry far, too far.
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