Reflective

I am a whisper in the wind. .a murmur along the breeze.
I bring descruction, chaos, blood shed, and more

I yearn to be something greater than I.
I would like to be something the people. .adore.

Instead I am regret; disappointing disbelief

Embracing my nature is hard.
but lying to myself. .is harder.

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