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The Despair of My Soul's Love For Nazus

A poor soul got cursed by this one thing,

it has fully paralysed him, he can't even think.

Why does the curse have to feel so heavy?

His thoughts are day by day, even less steady.

It's like a venom flowing trough his veins,

and like a gloomy place, where it always rains.

......only one being can help.
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