What's this?
This.. is a tired heart
It
seems to miss you
more than ever before.
What's that?
That... was a life
which I called my own,
bent
but now unravelled
I owe you for that, you know?
What are those?
Those... were the ashes
of my faith
burnt to the ground
but I remained
unbowed.
What are these?
These... are my hands
that I offer to you
in return
for saving
me.
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