do you remember when I told you the story of a little boy,
a little boy whose tears mattered only at birth,
the beginning of his life and the end of another’s,
or maybe even his own,
everything in between was like a fog so thick, that only the brave and willing would fight through it,
but not this little boy, he was taught to keep it in like a champ,
because that’s the only way, they said,
you’d eventually be the love-child of a Doomsday and an Armageddon if you didn’t,
until the day he took his last breath the tears he shed were only the first of their kind.
Nessa 💜
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