.....dedicated. Inspiration comes at a price, and yet, From suffering arises the greatest genius; The song of the heart is fractured, And yet precious, despite the flaws You imagine lie within. The greatest crime is to ignore the beauty of your song, To sacrifice it blindly, for nothing, Nothing but the cruelty of one Who will never be a fragment of the Irreplaceable creature that you are. Never give up, and never look back. I know that the world is full of cruelty, I know you've been hurt and misused, The way someone once hurt me; But scars will heal, and life goes on, And the flame that burns within your heart Shall never waver, As long as you are its guardian. I wish I could tell you how I envy you, How you are the one inspiration that is Forever constant; How you are the family I've never had, The beautiful soul I've always wanted. But I could never find the words Capable of expressing all I feel for you; When you are in your darkest times, My hand is yours, and my strength A small gift to you To remind you that each morning, The song of the waking dawn will echo And heal the fragments Of that which was never truly broken.Birth sign: Capricorn
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