Something that i've had to come to terms with all my life is that i'm not like you. I've seen things, done things, fought things that some people only dream about. Nightmares count as dreams too, but living nightmares are the hardest. Every day i fight to keep my Clan alive and so that one day they may grow up to be like you. Free, without care, without walls, able to have dreams and ambitions that will help lead to a better future.
So here i am, telling you my story. If no one knows, no one can ever make a difference. I've suffered in silence too long, and now i've escaped Hell, i'm going to make my story loud and clear. Even if i get dragged back to the gateways of Hell, they can't destroy what has been said. You can kill me, but you can't kill my voice. Or my pen and ink. (Yeah, you get it. Fourteen year old who was brought up in a genetics lab here, sorry for the bad grammer...) Lol. (More fourteen year old's grammer.)
If you want to give people something to remember you by, you can give them two things:
Roots and Wings.
Wings don't have to be solid flesh to help you fly.
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