Relief.

Screams deafened by insecurities.

Tears hiden behind a smile.

I.

Can't.

Do.

It. 

Anymore.

Crystilline rubies fall from a metal plane.

Flesh broken caused by a shimmering blade.

Darkness swallows the relentless pain.

Death follows, life fades.

Sadness leaves, emptiness abade.

Weakened but no longer weary.

Again happy, no longer dreary.

No longer among the living.

But not completely unforgining.

I.

Am.

Free.

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