his truth

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He knew of those two lines of reality and fantasy
Between them was where he stood leading to a legacy
Even though it hurt, he was still holding on
Waiting for a day when all that suffering will be gone.

He looked like an angel sent from above
With those sparkling eyes, he seemed the true face of love
He was stubborn and stood up for what he believed in
Even though he was a man now, his childishness was still a part of him.

He belonged in the sky with his true desire
He knew he was meant to rise, like a breath of fire
They called him insane but he was a free soul
He loved his life like a crazy lover, no matter what he was told.

He wrote tales that someday were meant to be heard
He held the quill in his hand and knew the power of a word
His innocence felt so real and true
He had faith in himself that he would make it through.

He forged himself to be clever cuz the weak didn't survive
He was the mastermind behind the hunt cuz he was meant to thrive
He was like a miraculous happening only once to be found
He was strange and was born to turn the world around.

He had a weakness for ink cuz he'd seen it create history
He had witnessed paper carrying realms and ink dissolving hearts in a mystery
He was so extreme and he was born to fly
Nothing could ever stop him cuz his limit was the sky.

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