I wasn't programmed that way,
but She made me rebuild myself —
a reunion with my lost self.
It was a great battle, me at the front,
no inspiration, just darkness.
Little roses, little roses
started to be reborn in me
as she was writing her poem
with my blood on the backbone of my mind.
"Every day is a battle, lots of struggle.
I believe you're a fisher —
you just haven't found out yet.
I am with you till the end."
This was what she said.
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