I always wanted to be a noble and good man, but laces crossed like my fingers; I stumbled and fell short.
In good times, I smiled.
For the tough, the same.
Through these words I hope you find rest in this weary world.
I've seen strength in you. Light in the abyss.
And if no one else, remember:
I believe in you.
We silly dreamers need each other.
- Witchwood, Canada
- JoinedMay 11, 2015
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