The ascension was sturdy to the light and in one fell swoop, the loyal Lion fell. And run faster run, dear princess, the Lion is needed no more. All that was given was no more. Happy, Love? No more.
For the unsettled closure, for the foolish Crusader. To realise that words are ultimately useless. To you, whom I assume cared no more.
And what other reason can be given for I wish I could think that I need not finish the journey anymore.
(End. W.C. No more. C.)
Uncelebrated.
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