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A personal message

A personal message

Who shall wield my sword?
A sword stained with the blood of my enemies and the blood of all the innocent people I had to sacrifice
in order to be identified, to be noticed as the person i'm today.

Who shall carry my dreams?
Dreams filled of hope and peace, dreams that have been put into a child's mind with a boyish appearance never to be handled properly as the dreams put inside the child were only a true man's dream to be achieved. To live a life guided with all the wrong tools unable to fix anything that has been destroyed along the way.

Who shall embody the wounds?
Wounds that went through ages, through an unforgettable, unerasable lifetime of torture... wounds never ment to be healed by soften words, a one way laugh or an emotional touch.
Wounds to be an insider of the past that went by once, to be a reminder of the dangers that might lurk in an upcoming future.

Who shall become me?
Who shall become me when I'm gone from this world and take over the task of saving all of those worth saving.
My blood, my friends and family... the ones that share the same pain as I do every single day.
To live in fear of dying, but not for death itself.
To live in fear of the result of you dying and leaving alone those that were already struggling, those who never were strong enough to held their own, but most of all those who saw you as the most important person in their life, a part to make their lives more comfortable. A false, but bittersweet enjoyment.

Who shall be granted?
Granted with the gift of knowing all the things they want to know, but cursed at the same time, to never be able to undo that what already has been seen by the naked eye... the eye of a child who believed that the world we lived in could be a possible good world to live in.

Who shall be stronger?
Who shall be better?
Just who shall be able to become a better version of me?

 

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