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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Bhryn Astairre" data-source="post: 2562165">A page of a personalised history, a memory held close and now exposed. Simple, elegant, but in a faintly rough hand as if unpractised. The page is aged and a little brittle, the ink faded to grey...I've been lost for a whileJust on my own in the dark.I've been thinking as I watched,The world walk past my heart.I've put away now all of my childish things,I've locked up my dreams, what yesterday brings.Your memory is branded on my lips,Your face so distant yet so close.I try to believe you will comeIf I call your name.But you are gone, And I remain.The world is an oathI have taken unto my soul.But my wishes are alight,And without them I am less whole.I would gladly trade all that I am for a single moments rest,I have looked for the answers you hide inside your breast.Your path I cannot walk in a line,They say I will forget in time.I try to believe that you are there,If I look hard enough.But you are gone,Just my luck.They try and tell me,That adversity is the spirit of war.They try and tell me,Truth will out, and uncover every flaw.But I am the child of both tricks He devised for use,I am the destruction reborn and set footloose.You tried to tell me,Before the Lord came and asked you to leave.You tried to tell me,That there is more to living than to breathe.I waited and watched as candles dimmed and stole you from me,I waited and watched at the edges of death and reality.You never came back to see me now.You never saw what I became, proud.It's too late now,I am lost to the world moved on.I am a sword,And you are gone.You are gone.~ Bhryn ~</blockquote>

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