self-sacrifice
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dark fades as she shines
a knight of silver
empty vessel made
by uncaring hands
who fights forever
Now I sit here alone,
as I cry and I write these notes.
As I realize how much you love me;
beaten down, stricken bone,
up on the cross and you still told
this cold and lonely world how much you love them.
“I love pizza,” you say to me.
Do you really? Perhaps you like
The taste. I am sure you’re grateful
For it, because we have been at
This competition all day long
And we are now finally having
