I look at this now, silver and cold. Continuing on in it's infinity.
It looks like the halo I never had.
I don't think we all come in pure. Some of use are marked from the beginning. Tainted by past wrongs, and shadowed by future crimes. The lucky ones will never know.
blissfully unaware
maybe in the end we are the ones whom fortune favors. We fight, live, breathe, try, die harder. Just to prove we can. Cut ourselves open just to show we all bleed the same.
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