When a person of pure heart gets ruined by others, they die.
Their giving nature fades to the frigid gusts that'll soon create a strom.
And then they thrive.
They thrive through misery and misfortunes with boiling anger as weapon.
They rip through pain with vicious spite and grin at the world that gave birth to them.
To their cruel, beautiful rebirth.
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