You still cut right through me like a crystal tear on a Christmas morning...
Even after all this time, your eyes are clearer than everyone else's and I still have the uncanny ability to feel it when you are going to show up. The implications are obvious to anyone with half a brain, and they're laughing at me. (It seems that I have less than half a brain...) I am a misguided messiah at best, and at worst, a revolutionary girl who ended up getting stabbed by the witch princess at the duel for the world.
But I grew up. Thank you, I suppose, for the memories and everything. I .. am not mad anymore.
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