Notes
from your hate of love through the people who stared; your illness taking your light along with all the sacrifices; letting go of frustration; your apathy that never stuck because you always cared too much; your tiny spark that could burn the moment you only gave it oxygen; the eyes that cut through the loneliness, saw you; the power you had when there was no straitjacket holding you down; the fight that burned inside you, that flame; to the last breath you took, just someone dying too young.
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