title it for me
I carry a glory too heavy for friends, family, or even angels to bear. Only scars were strong enough to read my story. Yet destiny still whispers my name through every shadow. Mummy calls me Timnan. To some, I am Chris. The books record Timkat. Imagination crowns me Legend. The past spits out Failure. Experience renames me Relentless. And Heaven… Heaven screams one name with fire Rahama.
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