Monday, April 24, 2006 | 3:57 AM

I want to change my armour.

It is not bloody working. And my armour-maker has since left for the plains.

Even the merest wind rattles and echoes like sound waves once they manage to slip through the cracks in my armour.

And the swords and daggers pierce throgh my defence effortlessly.

I am so tired of having to suffer the bitter wind, the sharp blast of wind from a dagger thrust, a sword cut.

I want the wounds to stop the damn bleeding so I can heal and move on.

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