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Eternity


My eternity was something untouchable.

Something that I was never blessed with but sworn.

Eternity was a promise of something special.

Something important

Though I no longer recalled

Through the darkness,

the blessed and the sworn were stolen.

The blessed cried their sorrows away

But I-

I knew better.

Eternity was never mine, never ours

What was sworn to me was merely a lie

Our eternity was gone and nothing mattered.

And because of the darkness-

Eternity was mine

But for what purpose?

 
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