I wanted to help..But I'm useless against his wrath of pain.
I've suffered enough and I won't let his blades of angry cut my delicate skin.
The Cut Skin that bleed due to his angry will not hurt me.
No More.
I have pushed him past me, yet he visits and we chat about the stars...
It's Nice seeing him now and then.
It let's me know..that in truly alive
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