WHEN, it goes down,
remember me as a hero.
Someone who wasn't an empty, hollow piece of prey.
Someone who fought,
flailed their limbs wildly,
madly,
made gestures that upset and offended
the ones in control.
The ones that dominated with doctrines
clearly flawed and as false as hospital smiles.
If anything,
remember me as what I hope I made myself out to be,
but please...
don't remember me for what I really am.
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