i now dear kiya i am in GREAT danger there
the wastelands are full of enemies
but thats what i miss the cities and the people
and such stuff
and i must almost go to the wastelands
if even already gathered the council of seven
There are wounds that bleed inside us
There are wounds we never see
They are part of our refinements
That allow a man to be
There are wounds that bleed in silence
With aristocratic grace
There are tears we keep beside them
Never seen upon a face
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