Though thy had been beaten and broken, I stand in the garden of peace and tranquility. I don't want to leave this place, but I have to.. I have to go back to my violent cruel world that I love so dearly. When I die, I don't want to be a forgotten memory but a memory that is remembered.. Yet when I look at Those who mourn for me, I see them remember my kindness instead of my violent past. I realized then, they only cared how I truly was and not the person I pretended to be. I hope one day we angels of light will be remembered by our peace and kindness. Remember us... Remember me
