poem

One day, i will stop this. I will give my health to charity. I will return every gaze i was accidentally given because i looked familiar. I will find an epitaph that fits me. And i will not move around so much. Until then, i will continue doing what i have always done. I will write prayers for those who do not know they need them. I will write prayers for those who yearn to be adored.

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