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I am saturated in colors that no longer blend together.It's beautiful from far away, but up close it's a mess. I often break myself into little pieces and give them away like silver coins we use to make wishes on as children. Remember when we were children and the only thing that mattered was watching cartoons on early Saturday mornings. I like to believe I am optimistic, but the truth is it doesn't matter if the glass is half empty or half full if you are dying of thirst. And some how I am always parched, begging at empty water bowls like a caged dog hoping for any ounce of consideration. I too am caged, confined by words that are more indestructible that titanium steel. Being stuck has proven to me that sometimes standing still is harder than moving forward. Because moving forward means you're going somewhere, and anywhere is better than here. Here is contaminated with ideas and love stories you'dather forget and reminders that always seem to find their way inside your head.
Written by Hiraeth
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