when i am dead, i'll leave behind, a bloodied heart, a battered mind, and all the parts, that weren't quite me, i'll leave them for posterity. the parts i'll keep, that i put by, will turn to wings, to help me fly; and all the truth of me i hid, might yet live on, through things i did.
Reason for writing:
hope during a bad time
Birth sign: Aries
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