This is what I have.
This is who I am.
This what you are to me.
Another voice the back of my head.
Another person that should be dead.
Another victim of my disorder.
That cannot be,
That which you cannot.
That mine eyes can only be.
We few man and women.
We few people of this age.
We few are many.
And we few, we lucky few must stand at bay.
And we must stand as one.
And we must survive for all.
This is who we are.
This is what we have.
This is what you are to us.
Author notes
This is something random that just burst from my head that I had to get down.
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