I cannot be cast under any moon, upon any soul. If not for her,

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if ever he drowns a swimmer will miss water life regrets no death

loading the chamber to kill that which he fears most one round will suffice

he burns through the keys in hopes to unlock himself with freedom of song

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it misses the way we use to sit and breathe together inhaling and exhaling