Hunkered down in the trenches, I protect my last bit of love. It was torn from my heart Ages ago when I loved you You beat it down to the wick It burns faintly, just enough to see that you are not for me to see you caused the pain I endure Bitter, I am not I only hope you Breath is too weak to blow out the love I have for myself that keeps me alive.
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