Born of Ashes by Goldilocks
Born of Ashes Goldilocks We were born of ashes and blood, In a shattered past stained with death. Each word hurt like a knife stabbing, Each day felt closer to the end. The pain did not stop for a second, It grew bigger with rage. Despite it all, survival was my saviour. Living got me into the arms of a soul like mine. A soul that needed mine, a soul that found me too. A soul that needed saving and soothing, just like I did. The world got colors, and the heart filled with light. Today, I live the dream I had when I cried myself to sleep. All the times I begged in desperation, Prayed for hope…
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