I'll be fine. It makes no matter
The
pinpricks a suffering heart may conceal.
Going
down slowly, first once, then
Twice,
but never thrice as the waters congeal
To
hold up this form, though the spirit may wan
Like
a lingering sunset o'er ocean's expanse.
There
are not villains in this final episode,
Simply
the irony of circumstance.
We
held such hope in our humble beginning,
Seemed
that forever was so far away.
But
who could have known, who would have guessed
That
forever would be little more than a day.
We
were both victims of folly's desire
Holding
our candles aloft in the night.
And
I shall be counted among the survivors
As
long as I know that you are all right.
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