NINE: Break Down

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Admitting 'tis means I lost 

In a battle I left frost.

Thou though didn't care

Nor have will to dare

To utter words of closure,

Such a coward; that's for sure.

Thou deem my existence unnoticed

Bestowed unto me great injustice.

'Tis hatred I bare for thee

Shall buried in deep blue sea.

As dawn come I will carve

A beginning 'tis soul so starve.


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