Withering binded hither
while the time wear
Itself and the world around,
Yet i need no pity!
To bear the tremors
the fear brings together,
For this fragile cage and soul,
I need no tears, Ever!
To breathe through the seas,
Glide through the fires,
Walk over the space,
I need no pats, but a darling soul.
As a window to my heart,
A cape to my hero,
I need the fire of
A Writer’s burning soul.
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Tell me in one word, What do you think about pity?
One Great Fantasy 