Sadness has left this face. Depression has left this mind. This frown has fallen in battle with my forbidden world of happiness.
Think of you, I still do. Dance with you in my dreams of hope, I still do. Cry, I do not. Die, I do not. I shall be happy in the four years that are to follow. Happy on the outside, and the inside, but deep down I shall be thinking of you, and the gorgeous smile and laughter. Deep down I shall have the lost dream.
For it shall be only by the mishap of a deadly mistake that I shall give up. I shall only be hunted. I shall not hunt. You may not yet understand these words, but remember them, and when you see me, perhaps you will comprehend them.
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