At my core I am pretty
But only when I can see my breath  
It is cold but it's with me  
Like bloody knuckles beat against my chest  
In my youth I was shitty  
My greatest shame is my greatest friend  
It's a truth that has shaped me  
Lament beginnings while building the end  
In the rain we were dancing  
And I've forgotten how so long ago  
Another splash then hits me  
You never know a thing you think you know  
At my core I feel parts shifting around  
Time to remember, I will remember.
Written by Fishmander
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