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The mirrors all around screaming, "What you see is who you are!"
Then I hear another voice
That consists of a thunderous whisper
"You can be much more"
There is a hidden strength inside
Pulsing daily with each heart beat
Key word is courage
Then I hear another voice
That consists of a thunderous whisper
"You can be much more"
There is a hidden strength inside
Pulsing daily with each heart beat
Key word is courage
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So What's Wrong?
I love art class, I really do.
I love to paint and draw and get amazing results.
But sometimes I can't help but not want to be there.
Sometimes, I hate it.
No one talks to me.
Then again, I have my headphones on.
No one knows me that well.
But, I seclude myself from everyone else.
It's really boring at times.
I never integrate myself in their conversation.
My teacher barely gives me criticism.
I don't ask a lot of questions either.
People tend to stay away from me.
Yet I always have this aura of not wanting to bothered around me.
When people pass by, I can feel their eyes on my back.
Their breath brush up behind my neck and on my s
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Never Far
The facade is unmistakable. That tree, those curtains, the sticker in the window of a firefighter saving a little girl...
There's kids playing in the living room.
My kids.
My face is pressed against the windows, ears straining to hear their laughter through the glass. A shadow in the kitchen moves. The children make their way into the basement and I slip into the house. Now my ears register the laughter floating up from the playroom like balloons let go at a carnival.
There is clanging in the kitchen and my wife--Julia, my sweet, beautiful Julia--yells that dinner is ready. I follow the children into the kitchen and sit at my normal seat. Th
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Does it even matter now ?
"Say, does it really matter now?" A voice that always haunt me,
"I don't know...Why do you always ask?" I questioned back like always.
"Don't you think, you should just give up on trying? Isn't it just hurting you?" That voice continues,
"It is, but I don't want to be alone." I answered hesitantly.
"Isn't being alone better than letting them treat you as a tool than as a friend?" The voice argued back.
I remained silent and became more and more hesitant on my choices.
"Does it really matter, why not just throw away your care?" The voice said sadly,
"Why not just throw it all away, so it won't hurt. Why not just give it up and be yoursel
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