I'm not asking for you to explain The World to me
That's not what you signed up for
All I wanted was love unconditionally
Was that too much to ask at all?
I'd help you climb through all of your darkness
When I know you'd let me fall
You can't stay
I get it
Maybe you're afraid
Maybe you're ashamed
Maybe you regret it
I'm not asking for you to break down The World for me
Not when you've built up a wall
All I wanted was a little bit of empathy
Was that too much to ask at all?
I'd help you climb through your darkness
When you'd only let me fall
You can't stay
I get it
Maybe you're afraid
Maybe you're ashamed
Maybe you regret it
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SIR DORAN
The fire cracks and spits, offering light and the illusion of solace, but Sir Doran feels no warmth. He sits on a fallen tree and watches the fire as he rests his hands on the pommel of his sword, its blade chipped and worn, more symbolic than functional. Much like Sir Doran himself.
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