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My Frailty:
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My frailty was you, perfectly damaged you. What was at first forever, slowly faded, into something more like maybe never. Yet I remained steadfast for you, shunning all else who came. For simply complicated you. |
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| Even when you said when we have nothing left to lose, I still remained true. |
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I still do.
I still do.
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My frailty is still you, and I have nothing left to lose, except, for perhaps you. The one thing Id never wish to lose. That fate has however already come true. So now all I am left with is, |
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my frailty of you.
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| Did you think you were undeserving? |
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If either seemed true, it was neither of the two. It was always only you, impeccably faulty you.
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Did I seem self serving? |
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I adored my frailty of you. |
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Somewhere I still do.
I still do...
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shdowgod. |
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