falling down together,
into a spiral that goes on forever,
i collect my fears and tears and with 'em i mold
the heroic story of a knight to be told,
which you'll contemplate with thought and care,
then finally realize, all the cracks in her armor were bare.
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Mya H. (Pseudonym) (
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