The beginning was fun and you felt free, then the shroud left and you were forced to see. That life isn't just happiness and sunshine, sometimes it's taking a new breath or getting out of line. Its about closing ones eyes to see clearly, see we hold onto the sight so dearly. The reality that isn't there, the life that is always fair. The beast beauty of his own, with all the lies he had shown. You see for how it all was, so you go back to the life You were in to think of a just cause. The life of pain, where you couldn't just run free in the rain. So bland, for a blood worth at high demand. Simply one of the kind, to be blood worthy you must be out of your mind.
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