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Sweet Seals For You, Always
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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wa·bi-sa·bi
/wäbē-säbē/
noun worldview of accepting that life isn’t perfect, but also of finding beauty in those imperfections.
Excerpt from "Mirrors"
Why don't they speak to me
They frown and sometimes cry
As if they suffered wounds so deep
That the only cure is to have died
There is a little part of me
Who likes to look into those eyes
And revel in the past
Though I am still not sure why
-Brutus 2014
The Waning Moon
Did you know that the moon sees An endless space full of greater things Did you know that he can never leave Bound to worlds against his will Did you know that the moon wavers Light is never kind or constant But even so the moon still watches -Brutus

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Journal Entry #15
Every face in every hall Ive walked holds a memory. They make feeling hollow. It's that I've done everything and met so many types of people. After you feel something for the first time, it is never as vibrant as it once was. Betrayal is tolerable. Love is expendable. Hate is just stretched out. And get this, we're still unoriginal... How do adults live knowing what awaits them. Normality. Not their role in society, but that they have to feel until feeling becomes bland. It is maddening that nothing lasts, and so my desperation in finding a purpose turns into an aimless fury. When I have no energy left for anger I sit in the dark and despair. -2015 Brutus
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