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There is blood on the ground and it is mine

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I asked you not to kill them

Blood a bitter copper caught between mouthfuls

You call me unsightly; I call this overlooked beauty.

I tried to see what you saw, feel what you felt.

Life does not ask for permission.

We just leapt, jumped off the swings because we were invincible.

It really is pitiful how susceptible you are.

What a wonderful life Merlin must have lived to have met so many folk in so little time.

It does not have the awareness to know you exist.

I almost cry at the sweetness of it