5 Years, full of risks, full of steps, going with my mind in the middle, and a sword through the chest...
Full of tears, full of steps, after 5 Years I walk in the street with a sword through the chest...
I was about to shoot myself in this large 5 Years, but I had enough with some tears and a sword through my chest...
After these 5 Years, I was expecting something worst with myself, but I'm just covered with tears and a sword through the chest...
5 Years, full of tears, I was stripping my shield...
Now I live with my mind in the middle, and a sword through the chest.
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I Will Never Go Through
PoetryHappiness, is where a coward guy never will go throught...