Sugiura Asuna

An End

Hurt blooms in my chest

Not the sharp stabs of a spear

But the festering of an old sickness, an old wound

It fills my chest with rotting blood

This is a breaking point I foresaw long ago

It seems like the end of an era

The falling of Rome

The ending of a friendship, it strikes close to home

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