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[sad_axe_dreamer]

I don't know why I didn't see it before: I am very sensitive.

I have frittered away enough of my life on the wasteland of fighting and being rowdy. My hands are stained not only with blood but the irremovable life fluid of the wasted talents of my youth. No longer am I Hector of OsitiaNow I am Hector Ravynn Waterfall Cascade Asyrria Tearful (the

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[great_lord]

What the hell is this.

[sad_axe_dreamer]

you are obsolete.

a poem for my other self
by hector ravynn waterfall cascade asyrria tearful ii

you have

nothing going
for you

not even your face with its
big, dark, soulful eyes

if you cannot talk about your

feelings

[great_lord]

I feel that your poetry is god awful.

[sad_axe_dreamer]

yet you are feeling something. i have... i have succeeded. you may only feel pain right now, baby sparrow, but... so do i. so do i.

[great_lord]

Geitz was the one that liked the birds. You're feeling pain? Who hit you? So I can thank them.

[sad_axe_dreamer]

i constantly feel pain. everywhere. over my skin like fire. my soul is crying.

you too can feel like this. if you try. i will be teacher. i plan on instructing lord eliwood in the ways of true misery as well.

[great_lord]

Eliwood has enough on his plate without your whining and purple prose. Leave him be.

[sad_axe_dreamer]

he is in most need of me right now. i will not back down. i am not that type of friend. i am a strong rock for him, despite everything that assails me.

[great_lord]

If you don't leave him alone, I will assail you.

[tacticsandstuff]

GOM~! He's a poet!!! You should write poetry too, Harold! ♥

[great_lord]

Who's Harold?

[sad_axe_dreamer]

the baby sparrow and i have much to do together before he is ready for poetry.