Star Crossed time, breathing down my neck, unto
the depths of eternity.
Sweet influences of time, straining, rushing, reaching for
something unknown. Unless it be known to any on Earth.
Sorrow cuts like a knife. Pain bursts apart an already
torn heart. Souls lose their ways.
Adrift in a sea of depression, the whirlwind of despair. I
quiver with sorrow and shake with fear.
All time is lost, all battles cease, yet, the war keeps
raging in my head.
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