The Taste of their blood in my mouth, and the scent of victory. Scarred my soul for life, this man was not me. Love is a game for the weak to play, they said. I loved and love made me many times stronger. Another year I would be gone. The war was leading us so far apart. I built a house to keep you there. Waiting for me, waiting...
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