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Sorries have become a pattern, followed by tears and days shattered.
In your shadow I stand, with my sword in my hand, not ready for use it will take the abuse.
The war isn't over, but the battles begun, I'll be slaughtered in battle but our wars still unwon.
SO many poems I've written about us, so many more I have yet to discuss.
Most people dont' get them, there hidden meanings, but to me it's clear as a crystal, they reflect on my beatings.
Mentally of course, not a bruise I've recieved, but torture in my heart, you've caused so much need.
A need for more attention, a little extra love, to fill in for you, my friends from above.
For they act as angels when im in desperate times, they make life worth living even when im in a bind.
Im still here now because of their grace, natural and super-natural, but they all have a face.
Not two like you, but one pure hope, a lifeline for all of us, like were attahced by a rope.
Some of them have it worse than me, then it's my turn to be the angel with arms wide open, when they start to drown in their sea.
A sea of memories, words, or hate, we all catch each other before it's to late.