this is no way to go dear. i'm still swearing to you and making promises
you know only i will keep. don't expect much from me except everything
you always thought i had. taken for granted, always and forever. this is
to what you had. bracing, you're planted. a day's endeavor. yet you're
still believing all the same stories and letting them run their games
till you're on your knees. begging for more, always and forever. this is
to what you had. getting your worth. a day's endeavor.

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Phaestian, in the year 385 AF.