I am a warrior. A fighter. A time traveller. I don't just survive. I live.   Going back in time It's a wonder. From seeing people using dimes To making life longer. If only you would believe.   Under my clothes, There are miles of skin. Miles and miles that I loathe. Because it covers my thoughts That I want to express.   But I cannot. I know I should follow my heart, But I follow my mind- end of. I should change like time. Time is a wonder. So am I.

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