Second Little Poem

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When these thoughts wore out,
Or expired, if you will
I tried with all my force to shout
That name, the same one still.

But I just couldn't forget the scars
That this person had made,
After all, my wrists weren't far
From my very own blade.

Still I fought through all the pain,
I fought with blood in my tears
This very fight was not in vain,
Since I've overcome my fears.

The fight helped me realize
I could walk my own way
But I see these same evil eyes
Are just a mere moment away

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