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Not For MeNo whispered "I love you"s,
No passionate surrender.
No feather-light midnight kisses,
No caresses soft and tender.
No endless nights of ecstasy,
Fading into blissful dawns...
No, these things aren't meant for me,
So I must pass them on.
No, these precious treasures
Aren't meant for one such as I.
I was never destined for love,
I never should have hoped to try
For that hopeful, distant goal
Much too far above my head...
Too high above my station... so I
Concede it to you, instead.
Please take these in confidence,
But I beg you not to say
A word to him, of the hell I'm in,
Where I'll be 'til my dying day.
Promise me you'll never tell him
How much I ache, how much it hurts...
Because he wasn't meant for me...
He isn't mine, you saw him first.
All That RemainsThe place is decrepit now, wind-worn and sandblasted... and so very, very silent. The fences are collapsed and rusting, the windows shattered, the walls scarred and crumbling. Only the bullet-pocked walls and bomb craters remain as a wordless testament to the violence that once took place there.
A lone turian crosses the vast, empty space of the decaying compound's bare sandstone grounds, traversing them with the kind of sureness only gained through familiarity. Harsh white sunlight casts clear-cut shadows along the walls, and throws the deep interiors into pitch darkness, but there is no need for light. Not for her.
She knows this place all too well. She could navigate it effortlessly, even if she were blind.
The hole in the outer wall, where her grenade had breached the concrete. Another half-dozen breaches, caused by rockets, and more grenades. The bullet holes where she and her team had gunned down the first wave of security mechs and guards...
Every scar is a memory.
Nervous MovementYou're a dime a dozen in a sea of billions.
Individuality has no significance in numbers so vast.
And while this fact makes looking forward hard
we can't keep living in the past.
You're a nervous movement in a freeze frame scene.
Steady hands won't help hold up such a fragile act.
And while you take your time keeping character
you fake what you can't take back.
With nothing more than a thought we form our actions
and this is where we extinguish the lie they tried to invent.
The lie that we painted our lives without passion
well conclusions are useless with no attempt to commence.
You're a song I can't name stuck in my head.
I've listened to you before and probably will again.
And while I can hum the melody all day long waiting
for it to hit me I still won't know where you've been.
You're a gust that has never changed direction.
Nothing can touch you you're only felt as you brush skin.
And while you can't be stopped nothing lasts
nothing escapes time not even the wind.
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