Laugh

I have a wicked sense of humor,

As well as a strong sense of justice

I have been conscious while in the darkness

And I have shown the light of my joy against it.

Everything fits together,

Roughly..

if I jam the pieces

And I push even the most painful parts,

So that they stay with me as I move

Because, everything, especially my ashy scars,

Make me a better person

To help others in pain

Who have little say in the battles they confront.

While I make the choice,

To stand behind them.

Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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