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Running towards the battle;
you and I hold each other's hand.
We hold on so tight as if
it's one of the swords and wands.

But I suddenly wanted to retreat.
I ran away; I ain't thinking
about you and your safety.
You see, I'm a piece of weakling.

I knew I did something bad.
I left someone
who fought with me 'til the end
like we were one.

"Sorry for leaving you,"
I whispered right after I returned;
you still fought with me.
From you, there's so much I learned.

Now, we barely win battles.
We badly need to for our lives,
for the time being,
for being saved from the knives.

You're here,
but I can't feel you anymore.
Again,
will you please knock on my door?

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