This is only true because it's not my heart or soul being woven back together it's never mine. it's never supposed to be or it loses it's power. my words remembered or not is all I'll ever come to be. I know my story seems tragic but only for me. the readers can merely relate upon doing so lessens their burden but mine that was felt upon writing it has stayed the same. pain after pain thrown over my shoulder but never seen. I was just a sacrifice of the Divine. my words are a message believe it or not. I once hoped my cries would be hear but my actions stripped me of that title and the only way to get it back is transcending into the next plain of existence. I've cried all I can cry. please know not all of me will die. I leave my words the mapping of my heart and soul.
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