I have turned my feelings off just so i could feel yours. Swam the ocean to keep you from being drowned. It was my own choice – to understand you, but now i wonder if it’s right. Or if there’s any good waiting for me in the end.
Weeks have passed and you’re still there, waiting in agony. How good the pain penetrated under skin. There should be no rush, but how long? Pardon me. I’m aware it’s indeterminable and i asked anyway. Tank’s running out of fuel and a refill seems so out-of-the-way. My horse looks pale and the weapon’s frail. Didn’t have the time to notice for i was immersed in licking my wounds, your wounds, secretly. However, mine stayed open.
Admittedly, my will to save you’s ebbing away.
As we count days i see you become more helpless than the last. It’s slowly hurting me.
But once you open your mouth, the moment you speak to me, i transform into a knight. Ready to rescue you. A knight that’ll come quick to your aid.
Regardless of my complains, i got you.
grace 
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