THE MARTYR &. THE PARIAH
❛ THEY WERE the lost ones – the misfits. call the tragedies, call them triumphs – call them whatever eases your heart, but deep inside you know you cannot define them. she is like the ocean, like water slipping through your hands & he is the moon, like the light that scatters in the night. find them scattered in the ashes. find them in the rage of dying light. they are warriors, they are survivors & they shall be here long after the fight. ❜
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