For she was not ashamed of her weakness,
and so it became her strength.
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PoetryThis love was cast cruel, this love was not kind. But in all, she still loved him. For with him, love was blind. Poems for the damned. If I am to be hurt, then so must you. Copyright © TheFallOfArtemis
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For she was not ashamed of her weakness,
and so it became her strength.
