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legacy

I was alone, oh! So alone
everything I cared about was gone
like a person who’d lost his home
facing the huge storm, all alone
but then she came and showed me light
she gave me a reason to fight
for what’s right
with all my might
and hold tight
and widen my sight
to see the faintest ray of hope
she taught me to walk on the tiniest of rope
taught me not to mope
around and not to loathe
life but to see the best of it,
to clean my own shit
and rebuild myself bit by bit
and how to take a hit
so I’m trying to do the same
that she did to me. lame?
it might seem so but I amnot doing this for fame
but just to bring the smile when somebody remembers my name
she has made me see
that he
who only sees darkness can be
someone’s light and I’m continuing her legacy…
#iku_iku (well she was the one who tried to pull me into the light at first but some shits happened and she failed but she tried again after a year but by then I was already far too gone to bring back  yet she kept on trying to bring me back with all her might)
#promise (the one who accelerated #iku_iku’s attempt. She gave me support and accelerated the slow growth that the other she had created hence finishing theprocess. I owe her a lot)
p.s: I owe both of them a hell lot cause one started the process and other ended it
-yakaa: jujaan

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