In the heart lives a love
lying to itself
beating voraciously still
long dead
but still...
A rest awoken by a question
that thou has arisen
pain all thine own
I cannot give in.
For whether a game
or a sincere endeavor
too much is enough
that i know much better
So i retreat
from a battle long over
re live it again
yet again i fall over.
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