I lay on the cold ground his golden sword in my heart.
People pass by never looking down.
They live in a perfect world full of beauty and love.
But I see the world for as it really is.
I see the pain, the ugliness, and the cruelty.
Thought he was different and special.
What a fool I was for believing his lies.
He knew how I loved him and he used that.
Does he really love her?
I don’t know anymore why I love him.
Is there really just a thing as love?
Maybe it’s just a sweet fantasy.
We may never know.
I try to pull his damn sword out.
Can I succeed?
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