Blades, it hurts me physically
but it is the only thing that can cure the demons
I have inside.
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Cimmerian
PoetryA mystery that turns into a misery, A raindrops that turns into teardrops, You somehow see the light but it's not quite bright, A warrior dwelling in the perpetual darkness, we are the CIMMERIAN! from Thoughts to Fathom to Cimmerian I change the t...
