Someone should write a ballad or a poem about this. #mrsunshineep6

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    Your red skirt is like poetry to my hands.
    But your red palanquin frowns on me always.
    Won’t you look at me when I wear my red kimono?
    M eyes are already red with tears.
    And my hands are drenched in blood.
    So I will walk away under the rain
    and hope that it hides my misery.

    (bad day for poetry, sorry!)

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      Strong work! It’s just a beautiful scene. The angst, how they can never be together. How he could only think of this one way to be close to her—to be a feared monster and assassin. It’s so romantically tragic. I just can’t.

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    There were those years in my life
    Living through the days fighting for the last bit of my soul
    That last bit that kept these feet running through the darkest forests
    Crossing those coldest rivers and climbing those rugged mountains
    Reaching the edge overlooking the widest sea
    Longing for a glimpse of you that I may never see

    I own this wretched soul not worthy of your hold
    This fate of mine let me bear it on my own
    Just let me love you the only way I know
    Since being with you shall remain a dream untold

    I shall live my life according to the choices that I have made
    Even those painful words you say I am willing to take
    There is nothing I can do but wield this sharp blade
    Since loving you silently in my heart is the one thing I can’t forsake

    Bad day for poetry indeed *sigh*

    Ok.. I am off to my dreamland… Cheers!

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