We're the voices
The shouting
The hurricane
The rainstorm
We are you.
We're the words
The demons
The angels
The sunshine
We are you.
We're the bones
The creaking
The pain
The violence
We are you.
We're the wishes
The fates
The doubts
The fears
We are you.
We're the underdogs
The heroes
The writings
The prophecies
We are you.
We're the subways
The coffins
The graveyards
The ghosts
We are you.
We're the dogs
The fighters
The warriors
The captives
We are you.
We're the victims
The freedom
The victory
The losses
We are you.
Don't forget us.
We are you.
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Brooklyn B
i'm a mental and chronic illness fighter, a writer, and a bit of an artist. (i also love listening to music)
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