Soiled Love
You have given me my armor;
such that it has never been pierced
you have given me my sword;
such that it has been tempered
you have given me my shield;
such that it has never been breeched
but alas; I fear,
I am not worthy of such tidings,
for I stay unsure within the armor
the sword hangs limps from my untrained hand,
the shield, which weight I cannot long endure
my soul is weak as my spirit lay broken,
I have taken your dreams and disregarded your hopes;
forgive me for being me,
lest you banish me for an eternity
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