There were times I don't care getting stabbed by the sharpest sword ever created
Instead i longed for it
Because the greatest owner of a greatest sword had the greatest enemy
And so i know
I was no ordinary enemy
But there were times i wished that someone would give me a knife at least to fight back
For another breath
Too bad nothing was created for me
Just like that, faded in history.
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PoetryMood : Can i play with you? Swing : Sure. Me : Why just play when we can have a party? Mood : * looking at swing * Swing : * looking at mood * Both : Yes!! Me : 😈
