Not the guy with an intention to re-open sores
Or an ongoing will to close all open doors.
The other one was cruel and not caring
He thrived in a way to take, not giving
Colin had crossed the oceans in my mind
And never, have I ever wondered,
If he would betray one day, betray to his moral
I have seen many wars won and routed
Many faces smiling before perished features
I've tasted the pain, relished the vain
Fell for hope, and then perished to re-born
What a proud creature Colin was; prouder than my virtue.
Colin was the key to every door, and answer to all of my questions.
Colin was everything I didn't want to control.
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