Life is a dove
life is a dove that soars through the misty sky full ambitious flamboyant fury never noticing that our soft white feathers of time starts peal and now
its fearing that death is near and it turns blue and sheds a tear for desperately doesn’t want to face that fear but still it flies right on by .
But then one day all of its feathers of time have all fallen off and realize to suprise that our world is over and our dove now plumitts down through the sorrowful sea of its joyous memories and once that sea of our memory finally subsides it then it washes away it’s tears and dies.
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My real name is Hayden McCain I had a shunt when I was two this year I had three brain surgery so in my whole life so far four because I am fifteen years old a shunt is a device in my brain and it is used for my hydrocephalus whicH that is a condition where you have to much brain fluid the shunt is there to drain it in order for me,to survive
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