; - A Star Fox fanfiction
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MaduroConcluída sáb, out 28, 20173h 51m
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My blood on the floor,
Coming from lines I don't remember drawing.
Death is standing in the door,
Ready to take me home.
There are cries to stay,
That I cannot heed.
I'm sorry it had to end this way.
I truly am.
Our love is true,
But please understand...
I cannot stay here with you.
I am tired. I need to rest.
I'm just glad...
Yours is the last face I see.
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