I know I need this to happen.
I’d be better off without the feeling.
I hate the feeling of tears on my face.
It’s a disgusting showing of our primal.
Sadness never helped me in the slightest.
I don’t need this mental handicap.
I’d rather just be angry.
At least feeling moves me forward.
I can’t achieve without a way.
I won’t escape sadness without a plan of attack.
Anger will overcome my sadness.
Turning tears into a propellant.
I need a plan, otherwise my goal is just a wish.
Wishes are the fairy dust of the mind.
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Julian Hayden
I write for fun so I can become a better writer. My focus is the writing of dramatic stories in whatever genres interest me. My goal is to someday have a published work of fiction that can be bought at a bookstore near you. Follow the THIS.
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Vale Perficientur
"My tears need a minute to find the edges of my face. If you'll please excuse me." The sarcasm stabbed into Juliana’s heart. Antonia glared at her from the pit of the Lyceum as her student fought to hold back tears that had nothing to do with the pain in her fingers. “You’re better than this, again.”
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