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If you remember him, he kicked you around didn’t he, treated you like
dirt, yet you still stayed with him. He threatened you if you left him.
You stayed by him and, day by day, your life would get worse and worse.
You slit your wrists, you cried, you attempted suicide.
You awake in this torment we call reality again. You find the one who
helps you up, heals the wounds and protects you like a true warrior.
He would kill himself for your safety. This, your guardian, all the
guardian asks for in return is respect.
He wants to feel love with this, his first love. Soon she forgets what
her guardian has done for her and alas beats him, abuses him, does all
the things the guardian protected her against and got that punishment on
himself.
As this guardian grows weaker he has nothing to turn to, he pretty much
gave up a lot for her and the guardian is wondering if this is all worth
it. Gradually she changes, and what for?
Has the guardian spoilt her? Has the guardian not done his job as a
guardian properly perhaps?
As days go on, the guardian and her are practically back to back, the
lack of social between her and the guardian is weak, the love feels
repairless.
He tries to tell her how he feels but she just turns around, it’s all
her-her-her now, it’s not us anymore.
The guardian has himself his most feared possession, and that is an
ungrateful, selfish, ignorant lover. The one that one day would make the
guardian so weak he would die, and I ask.
Could this be stopped? Could the guardian ever fend for himself, ever
love like he did with her?
The feeling is still in the guardian but the guardian has lost all his
power, all his hope.
He’s the sacrifice, the one who gave up his happiness, his hope, his
heart for her. As expected she would now snap this heart, was it an
accident?
She says she’s sorry, she tries to mend it and alas she does not. The
heart broken, the warrior defeated, he now feels like his sacred sword
has plunged into his broken heart and his emotions and life are cut from
this reality.
The guardian needs to repair his faith, pick up his soul and move on. He
would be far happier with his own life from now on for a while, so he
can now fend for himself in this reality we call life.
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