Nails that break and hair that fades, Run to hide, you weave, you bob. I live to heal, you live to crawl. If not for faith I live in peace; Don't make me fall, don't make me drop. I want to see what it is to be, The one alone, The one on top. The one to sprint among the suns. I wish to see the likes of me, Don't want to mirror, Don't wish to crack. You live to die; I die to live.Birth sign: Not entered
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