Into the path:Crescendo

I see nothing, I h3ar nothing,

 But i taste my bittersweet hand that caressed this torn past life of mine.

Thus i dont want, i dont need,

 and all i see is my clarity, 

these blackness of a moonless night, I found myself

staring at vast loud scream of my head, Yelling.

I am free, free falling into me.

Yell my rebel yell, cry my battle cry.

And boomed it by shooting myself an andrenaline rush,

of confidence and self love,

That i needed most now.



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