Perfect Present past tense

The Everlasting faith
Crippled by the destined fate
Fades

When bygones feel like bygones
Bygones have long been bygones
When stories are fragmented into plots
When feelings stray
Facts go astray
And become #cliche

Yet,
Weary tears
catalyses growth
like dreary years.

To the champion of companion

When strife no longer kills like a knife
Something will remain vividly in mind.
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