More Than Human.

The blood that runs through my veins is the courage I feel when I arise each morning.


My eyes are windows to a chaotic and beautiful world with the decoration of golden specks mixed with brown hues; A kaleidoscope to greater things. 



My skin is retractable armor. When I get a cut or bruise, they fade within time, showing that pain too shall pass. 


Humans do not realize how astonishing they truly are. We are creatures that can be brought from pain back to serenity and, to me, that is ridiculously astounding. 

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Our world
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