THE AFTERMATH
KNOWING THAT SHE WASN'T READY I STILL PURSUED HER WITH A PASSION...I FOUGHT TO MAKE HER MINE, MINE SHE BECAME BUT IN VAIN...FOR HER HEART WAS AFRAID....I PROMISED TO HELP HER HEAL, TO CARRY HER THRU THE FLAMES...YET SHE COULDN'T MAINTAIN....FOR HER SOUL IS USED TO THE PAIN...
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