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There were two things my father never talked about. My mother, and how he had lost both his eyes. Whenever I would ask, he’d keep doing whatever he was doing without paying any attention to me. This happened a few times, and eventually, I gave up. All my life, as far as I could remember, my father had raised me and my mother had been out of the picture. I never knew if she was dead or if they had simply gotten divorced. My dad would never tell me. So, I wondered in silence.   On my 18th birthday, my father had for once let me sleep in, which was something he would otherwise never do. There was always something to be done around the hou

She's been stolen; she's gone, she's been whisked far away, Taken by a dress wearing evil, during the height of the day, With pitter-patter feet, and a crooked crown made of gold, She killed all my guards, how could her heart be so cold, She took my sweet dragon, from out under my nose, As I reclined in my chair, for a quick midday doze, But now that I've woken, my situations become dire, That cruel-hearted princess, I'll burn her with fire. I'll clad myself in armour and ready my sword, As I head towards the princess's ill-gotten hoard, Climbing up the mountain, nothing will stop me, Now that I to think of it, she still has my Pony! I'll re

When resonating souls fall out of rhythm Lost, floating in opposite directions, steered by the undertow This bittersweet sorrow of goodbye, they are to know Words unspoken left harrowing wounds Till the soul became broken, an echoic room’s unrequited echo This bittersweet sorrow of goodbye, they are to know Abolished alliances and sore yet sweet remembrances Oh such disdain, they dare not show Such is the bitterness of goodbye’s sorrow.