Centum Quadrāgintā

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These words I write in the dark
come straight from
my shattered heart
I have no candle
I'll light my own spark
I won't let myself die away

I'm losing my pieces again
Does this mean I'll find
myself for good this time?
I believed you
Yet you can't break
a promise you didn't make
Though I swear
I know you promised me
You'd never break me

Is this the end of me?
Or just the way to begin again?

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