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Going to a war,
a sword in my hand, a shield by my side.
I was meant to fight,
but hope's like this coward--trying to hide.
One day, I let my armor fall--
forgetting the light--
'cause I don't care if I can still
survive the fight.
I became too tired,
and I don't wanna think
about all of the
perspective switches' link.
I became too tired
to entertain them, introducing
places that never exist...
just let them do the explaining.
I became too tired
to listen to events told by them
'cause this lady knows
they didn't really happen.
A voice was heard
through my mind,
and believe me,
it's better not to find.
It said, "Even if you led
a great, great win,
you can still be a forgotten
hero or heroine."
One day, I let my armor fall--
bathed with fright,
but at some point, I still did
survive the fight.
Returned from a war,
your hand in my hand, you by my side.
I was meant to fight,
but being saved mustn't be a fact to hide.
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Finite Infinitives
Poetry𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙄𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 ╰ a c o m p i l a t i o n o f p o e m s ╰ c o m p l e t e d "I haven't done everything I want, but in the realm of reams, I already did some."
