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Still WarriorThe love he had for me appeared to be emotionless.
He spoke my language.
Light hearts, toothy grins, and the feel of comfort are what kept me free.
Like a non-believer with high morals; that man was a sight to see.
My insides were no longer facing defeat,
And for once in my life I could just breathe.
A moment of bliss came,
And when it left my soul followed.
A man that was so prevalent in my antiquated life story,
Would soon lay dead, on the pavement, for more than two centuries.
There were no feelings; the details spoke for themselves.
The respect given was only valid if I put myself last.
It was painful, and it broke me down;