[Eloura]: 341.Poems.My Note+
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My Note
I run out of blood
writting this letter
filled with
the pain and joy
we once had
Those summers long ago
now end with this letter
and my life along with it
My heart once waited
for you in the dark
but now
it awaits a fait
that you handed to me
I will not weep
and i'll not hate
but i truly do
hate this fait
Yet how do i
escape death
do i beg and plead
for my very life?
Do i beg the devil
to take what i feel
and make it in it's own
disappear?
No i take this pain
and let it leave
with me when i
truly disappear