Phoenix Mourning Across
As I end this war. Like many times before. I burned these words and without a reason. Spit out ashes youre fasting on happiness. This subtle remorse, I claimed treason of course. The mirrors truth is my reflection. This subtle excuse, no one to blame but you. Secrets that you cherish you will take to the grave. It always kills me to see you endure the pain. And I calculate the same mistakes always being made. As I shattered this glass that reflects my face. I died tonight. (As I end this war) And never
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