people, dont you wish...dont you wonder?
this world. i am nothing, i am less than nothing...
i am the scab of an old scar, long forgotten, tossed aside...
i will never be remembered...no one will utter my name in a thousand years...
but you...you whose soul is connected through me with these letters, you should know.
this boy, this man...this flesh...born of the devil's spit in the dust...will fight forever.
i will never give into myself, never deny truth, and i will die, for you.
whom else is there.
peace
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