You said you were everlasting, that you would never die off. You made me believe that you would be next to me till the day the sun never rose. And I plunked there in trepidation as your words crumbled out of your sweet lips. As your eyes glared through the midst of confusion, I believed your every word. Ten years later we are kaput in lament, distrust, and in a quarrel. No doubt there is war, and we are plagued by our belligerent stances. Nonetheless, we are oblivion to the twinge we are maddening and inciting amongst us. Death, gradually swarming underneath us will be the souvenir to our keynote moments of our hyped amity. I meant it when I said I loved you, and I continued to fall on your ambush when you minimally repeated the expression like a wrecked jukebox. But in the extensive run, life is ceaseless, unlike your pitiable pretext; I will triumph from my own plunge.
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