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Sand enters this icy castle unannounced

blasting bruises on my ego

an instantly, endlessly callusing series of punishment

Nobody can just wave a wand

and fix this fucked up mess

This self-therapy costs too much pride

and leads me to a string of shaken love

A determination patiently emerges

through stern eyes

and guarded heart

An enveloped, rageful reserve 

has risen from my carelessness

and false acceptances of a benefit from the doubt, albeit loving

Yet, I must act accordingly

without cloak and dagger

if the venom doth coarse..

set a different course.

Remove my magnet from her compass

and let her find

what my path couldn't provide

..Truthfully, I can't really breathe either way

I simply cannot confess I still love you through this storm

..so becoming a once-loved villain will have to suffice

better for us than becoming a hated lover

better than taking you down with me

below our thin ice