was the most glorious time.
I've left now
and shrouded you in darkness.
If I've left to test you. How does this sun burn bright with such a cold heart?
If I've left to resist you. Why do I want to hold you in my arms?
If I've left through pride. Then I shall shrivel in hell for listening to the conceited logic threaded from my words.
If I've left through fear. Then may this cowardice never ruin another.
If I've left because I care. Then how can I watch you die?
I told you once, dear, I really loved you.
That we would plan a path unseen.
But now I've left you, not for another,
I've shattered all your dreams.
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