I crouch crooked in the long deep shadow, broken sword and fangs aslaver, and I ask the one who stands next to me to take me away to a dark and quiet hereafter yet all I hear beneath my woven hood and broken grin is beer hall laughter,
Jack o' Blades I be, sunset I see, and before it's done and I slink down in the brilliant bright of the glowing dawn your fates I know every one
In the end the nine is mine all those miles yet with one sparkling bullet I won the road ill met.
Hey Abby, it's been awhile-
She was my mother, every day I don't do it I wonder because long ago I lost her.
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If you really want to know it's because she wouldn't want you to. She died for you.
I-
Go ahead, post it. They won't understand, but it doesn't matter. At least it will exist in a space beyond this place. It's ok. Just...