To the wounded:
I have seen the self image they've forced you to reduce to shattered glass, with the only remaining value lying in its jagged edges. But the few who warrant waking for await their recognition. No fear of death but with fear of life, your weakness kills everyone. So live. Angels for everyone.
I have seen the self image they've forced you to reduce to shattered glass, with the only remaining value lying in its jagged edges. But the few who warrant waking for await their recognition. No fear of death but with fear of life, your weakness kills everyone. So live. Angels for everyone.