I live for the broken souls that ache for hold.
For the orphan spirit in cold-hearted individuals.
The insecure that dresses to kill and loves to hurt
Who brace themselves against the realization
of not being okay for I am all of those.
But remember this
Suffering makes the brave beautiful.
it is so that through their tears
we get a glimpse of their soul.
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