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 Obsidian's story
Obsidian butterfly,
 She closed her eyes.
 Everything passed Quietly before her.
 Change just happened.
 No questions asked.
 Standing still was not an option.
 Decisions to be made.
 Some things can't be taken slowly.
 Love falls,
 Love breaks.
 This I can not fake.
 This breath I take in coldly.
 Ice builds boldly.
 We're not standing still.
 Obsidian Cries like a river.
 People come, people go.
 I wont control anyone.
 Please don't ask me to.
 I don't really know,
 Why so many people go.
 This is not my story.
 Obsidian cries big black raven tears.
 My heart is dying slowly.
 Obsidian Cries her story.
 Change comes,
 Then comes again.
 Obsidian cries,
 "They're not my friends".
 This is not my story
 Obsidian cries as she closes her eyes.
 "This is not my story".

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