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Not because your mother will cry at your loss but because the sun will come out tomorrow and you will not be there to appreciate it. Stay alive because the path will go somewhere exciting and you will not be able to experience it.

Stay alive because your favourite band might release a new song. Or your favourite series might be renewed for a new season. Stay alive because there are twenty thousand more series to hold you in your gloomy days.

Stay alive.

Not because your father will blame himself his whole life but you have a whole world out there for you to see. Because your coffee mug is sitting there waiting to be filled.

Stay alive because your older self is waiting for you to grow up as a wonderful person your father may not be. Stay alive because all the rights are waiting for you to fix them because nobody but you can do it.

Stay alive because the moon is there for you. The stars in the darkest of night need you to look up and admire them.

stay alive.

Not because your siblings will hold your clothes and remember you but your clothes need you to remove their emptiness. The next burger you are going to eat is waiting for you out there. Stay alive because a part of the air around you is reserved only for you to breathe.

Stay alive because a spot in front of the Eiffel Tower where you are standing needs to be in your album. Your streets are waiting for you to come for a walk with headphones on. Your favourite songs are waiting for you to give them that unmatchable attention.

stay alive.

Not because your lover will lose his/her half, but because of those roses in the garden waiting with love to be plucked for love. For that unwritten parchment that wants to be painted with your affection even if no one ever reads it.

Stay alive for the imaginations you have before your sleep and for the dance under the sky you want. For the days you laughed at your own jokes and the days you could not love yourself more.

Stay alive for your bedroom because it will never be the same without you. For the winds because they will never touch any skin in the same way. For the sky because no one will go crazier as you do seeing it changing colours. For the moon and the stars, you see so adoringly that they shine a little brightly for you. For all the songs who you have given a place in your heart. For all your favourite series you carry with you. For all the clothes you wear daily. For the rays of sun you love on your face and for the life that beats within you.

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Would someone like to pick my writing here apart and tell me everything wrong with it?

Second one: new edit.

Take 4? 5? 197181170?

Thanks for all the help! It makes me overjoyed to be hearing people’s thoughts on the crap I write.

A sword was the greatest weaponry known to man in the 1800s. Every sword that was chosen by it's master,had a story to forthcome. With it's beautiful,intricate designs,the blinding shine created just by a glint of sunshine and the blazing whettedness of the sword that withdrew blood, only by a simple swipe across it's blade; it was a true heirloom to carry forward for generations. I come to think of our minds as our swords. Just as the sword had a story to forthcome,we too have a story in the offing. Our life is like the blade of the sword,sharp at some intervals, slicing through the air with it's magnificent strokes but,blunt at others, scraping the bark of a tree, trying to leave it's mark. I believe that as swords have their own masters,we ourselves are our own masters. With our beautiful, entangled mind full of dreams and ambitions,that,only by the sharpening of our virtual blades,can be achieved.

-aesthetebeing

——————————————————————— this takes place on the rules of ancients times which includes insest so gaster orders dream and nightmare to find a girlfriend easy? Nope! Atleast not for dream his personality is horrorible he is abusive,controling,over protective everything in a bad boyfriend which nightmare is completely the opposite caring and forgiving dream is jealous that nightmare his younger brother gets a girlfriend so tells gaster none of them found a girlfriend (he lies :p) and gaster tells nightmare he will become a female(transgender) and will marry dream the next few months

(I told you it was disgusting)

I love coffee but I’m having a mango smoothie at the moment. I like to read poetry but I’m also a fan of marvel comics. I hate numbers but I’m studying maths, physics and chemistry. Maybe I’ll teach. Maybe I’ll be a lawyer. Maybe I’ll end up doing something entirely different. I don’t know.

What I do know is this: it pisses me off that society pushes us to pick a role, slap it on like a mask, and stick with it for life. It’s like they want you to stay in one lane forever, and I can’t stand it.

I’ve got no love for society, but I like my life, even with all its twisted turns. I’ve made peace with what I can’t fix, who I’ll never be, and the stuff I’ll never outrun. Part of me will always wear a mask, and that’s just how it is—I’ve got to survive. But beneath all the layers of bullshit, my life can still be something good, if I decide to make it that way.