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Doodled my cute Viera, Yren. He's a problem, but he's a cute problem?
And I'm gunna love you for a long, long time.
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In the end, it's him and I.
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We might have hardly known one another that day, but it was the first day spent making memories I could finally keep for the rest of my lifetime. You were my first memory on the dawn of our new future together, one I will never let myself forget.
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I like you begging. Do it again.
βWhen you were born, they forgot to ask if you wanted to keep brawls in your knuckles if you wanted to carry war in your skull if you wanted to hold winter in your muscles. (You didnβt.) When you fell, they forgot to ask if you wanted to fly through the skies if you wanted to say goodbye if you wanted to die. (You didnβt.) When you came back, they forgot to ask if you wanted to bear ice in your veins if you wanted to have your memories cleansed if you wanted to live again. (You didnβt.)β
β You never wanted this, but you never had a choice; the gods donβt care what one broken boy wanted ( j.p. )
βOften when he was walking past the places where birds were sold he would pay the price asked, take them from their cages, and let them fly off into the air, giving them back their lost freedom.β
β Giorgio Vasari on Leonardo Da Vinci from Lives of the Artists
they were soldiers.