Shapes of you escape, unafraid, drifting in bubbles through the air, while snowflakes kiss your neck and nestle into your pillow.
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Original; Shapes of you escape, unafraid, drifting in bubbles through the air, while death rolls in on snowflakes that kiss your neck and nestle into your pillow.
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Sometimes the wounds just Kind of ripopen Unexpectedly. The blood pours out and I remember you. The smells come rushing back in my head, dizzy and weak; Your name is like a sickness, lying dormant in my bones.
Being a hero doesn't mean you're invincible. It just means that you're brave enough to stand up and do what's needed. — Rick Riordan, The Mark of Athena
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