Not Mine
Why must I die to see the story through,
All my thoughts only of you.
Surely, there must be a little story left for me too!
To find the truth I surely seek.
Remember me, the small, the meek,
Except to fight for you and all your glory
But that is to be another story.
While they may denounce
What you chose to renounce,
I can only be what is left for you will see,
That which is all that is left of me.
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