Bilbo poetry: depressing Sansukh edition.
Ey, you all knew it was coming. Don’t look at me like that.
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I sit inside this empty room
Alone inside my head
Echoes of love within this tomb
Broken sobs of the dead
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Ragged halves of a whole
Cursed to be forever apart
A tortured soul
A broken heart
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K I L I W H Y