i have a past fill with heartbreakers and so much sorrow for a life i grieve over and over that i become a ghost of my former self. but before i was born there a giver who curse me with this
sorrow because she was never happy in life it was bittersweet to know that my pain comes from her. i can't live a life that i fear she would wreck so i hid. even my grave is hidden in the forest which i found so seclusion to cry with such anguish
if you listen you can hear my crying and my legend of what i was then who i was.
but it cannot be for i hid behind a mask to never show my face my name will never be mine. for she has taken it and used it against me and those i have cared for. when the lights hits i will faded to the darkness which i came from.
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