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It was a tremendous timeto spend with whom I call as mine.Like holding the sharp bladewhere both love and blood is laid.

It was moment of grave horrorwhen the chains jumble to terror.The chains that was once red stringsI'll consider it now the pain it brings.

A story in love letters inked with rednow inked the letter with tears that's shed.Hurt me as you may; when my story be renewedYou'll remain as a poem not be continued.