Jealous Victims.

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Change.

For better or for worse? It’s hard to say.

Sometimes the prettiest things are easiest to break.

Sometimes the strongest souls deserve to be broken.

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Perform three miracles, and you are a Saint.

1. I am alive.

2. I am surviving.

3. I am trying.

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Why would you want to be gone?

Knots get tighter and tighter until they snap.

I do not want to snap.

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In what world are we free to believe?

I want to go there.

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The candles of mourning flicker at the end of the tunnel.

Eventually all our hearts will have ignored too much hurt.

I don’t mind the quiet.

Butterflies never last long.

Wondering whose world was never ours.

The sunset is upon us;

It seems we all want something.

And the universe braved a twinkling smile when we took our first breaths.

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Open the windows.

Fan the flames.

The smoke will find its way out.

The heat is good for you.

It helps you to see:

Hope begins with a spark.

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Your lungs will find air.

They will struggle, but they will find it.

They know they have to.

You know you have to.

Don’t convince yourself to accept it.

Fight.

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We all have dreams.

We all refuse to sleep.

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Papercuts prove there’s people.

I don’t want anything to do with anything.

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Change.

For better or for worse?

Can’t say. It’s difficult to start. To lead.

Believe you are not alone, and you won’t be.

No one deserves to break.

“But the broken are the ones who know the truest parts of the world.”

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Release the symphony of emotion from the music. Let it soar.

This world is bittersweet.

Harsh words with a deep meaning.

Gentle eyes sting like pinpricks of the angriest flames.

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Good and evil.

A constant war judged not only by our loneliness but by our ability to be broken.

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Pinpricks prove there is importance.

Everyone’s gone but no one’s leaving.

Bravery is an act of kindness.

The realest things are the hardest to find.

And the world slowly slipped away as we all turned to cry in the corner.

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Let it out.

Let them see.

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Too many things are too far away.

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And as I stand stubborn within the fearful flames,

My allies turn and run.

Bravery in the face of fear.

This is the game of life.

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I have many talents.

One,

I know how the mind works.

In my eyes, you all are predictable.

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If love is a butterfly, then I must be a bird.

And then the stars wept helplessly as the passion was stripped from our bones.

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I have many talents.

One,

I know how the mind works.

In my eyes, you all are predictable.

Two,

I learn quicker than you can stop me.

I am unstoppable. Too broken to break again.

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The truth of how lonely you are:

Its flavour is sweet,

The aftermath is not.

This is the way that the world works.

Deal with it.

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I have many talents.

One,

I know how the mind works.

In my eyes, you all are predictable.

Two,

I learn quicker than you can stop me.

I am unstoppable. Too broken to break again.

Three –

I have accepted what you know is unbearable.

I have found what you see as impossible.

And I am happy.

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Fin.