this is the seventh time my heart has died within my ribs today: (you are so Tender) i could not live and be the afflictor, the bringer of Irremovable bruises; (you are so Gentle) weak, weary waves flow from these eyes - soul hollow as rain. (you are so Final) like the ocean, like the blackened Oblivion found in Night's somber caress. like the Cold i am. (you are so Eternal) but i will crumple, wither, fall under, and drown again.Birth sign: Taurus
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