Standing tall....
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leo_scamander Insanity is essence...
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Demise? But these are only wounds Etched far deep and gnawing inside.

Standing tall....

Demise? But these are only wounds

Etched far deep and gnawing inside.

Yet You find me standing here sober and tall

Whilst meandering fuchsia down every pore..

Treading soft upon brambles you buried me in

Trundling ,weary ,clad in rags and a stoic faith

Bear me thorns , and the roses I'll bloom for you.

Bear me vice and I'll adorn you, a wreath of heavenly peace...

Broken ? I am but a patchwork of gallantry

Duress wilts not the red embers of the glowing hearth

A gash ,a wound, for the greater piety

Clamber on I shall ,naked, along the shingled paths

Falling ,yet I stand here sober and tall...

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