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You put there your beliefs, your faith, your customs, your traditions, your book.

And they put there their beliefs, their faith, their customs, their traditions, their book.

And I keep there a flower. A picture. A mirror.

Because telling me to be happy about those is contradicting telling me to not get sad about the little thing. The "I had a hard time getting out of bed" kind of things.

I'll save you if you told me I can.

My house is open if you need it, you are always welcome.

You kept the gift that neighbor gave you all those years ago? Tucked somewhere, just to respect the work that gone to the gift.

I believe you have history.

You got the knitting needles your mother carried on her back from another country? Although you don't knit.

So you have history. Definitely.

You store the china safely? Despite the fact you don't use it. Despite the horrible women you gave your husband that tea set.

I think you have future.

I want to preserve you the way you preserved my ancestors for me.

Maybe one day we will meet again, and you will tell me your story.

Like the feeling of the sun and the light,

The sea shining oh so bright,

Going on an adventure, a flight.

Scary, ‘cause it could happen, it might.

But for now you’re alright?

You better get down from that height…

Always knew you wouldn’t die without a fight.

Maybe you should’ve ran away at night…

I'm god and my world is crumbling, but no one cares.

I'm god and they can't know I made mistakes.

I'm god. But I might need some help...

I don't know how to ask for help.

With yarn and a needle I create. I gift my loved ones, I express my feelings, I'm making my visions come true.

With a thicker yarn, maybe a rope, I tie myself in my mind. Stabing my soul with what's grown to be a sword. And I'm hopeless. Because the only one who can help me, is me. But no one believes I should be miserable more than I do.

I don't know what changed, but now, thinking back, I did it because I liked the idea of one-day-at-a-time.

Now I avoid sunrises. I don't like to see how one day ends so quickly and a new one starts. How the spotlight is stolen so easyly.

actually found this in an empty class today.

I want to cry.

You're scaring us and all of us, some of us love you

It's not much but there's proof

The self is not so weightless, nor whole and unbroken

Remember the pact of our youth

Where you go, I'm going, so jump and I'm jumping

Since there is no me without you

Soldier on

Hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone

Engage with the pain as a motive

So self-indulgent and self-referential

No audience could ever want you

You crave the applause yet hate the attention

Just put down the bottle

Don't listen to what you've consumed

It's chaos, confusion and wholly unworthy

Of feeding and it's wholly untrue

You may feel no purpose nor a point for existing

It's all just conjecture and gloom

And there may not be meaning, so find one and seize it

Do not waste yourself on this roof

See life as a worthy opponent

Ah, it's more courageous to overcome

I'm talking to you

I'm talking to you

I'm talking to you

Come down

Come down

Throw yourself into the unknown

With pace and a fury defiant

Clothe yourself in beauty untold