arm her.

She navigates the labyrinths of her mind and in every dark , smoky room she’s faced with two things:

Him and Her Dreams.

Every time she chose him.

EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

Blind to this he fed ambitions, selfish as Summer’s first storm.

For her he went to battle but did not stay until the fight was over.
For him she went to war;

And stayed in the trenches till the battlefield fell silent.

She drifted from life injured by love but armed with sweet re-soul-ute.

purple heart

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