Glare into the pure, clear glass that stands in front of us. The same as anyone else, But we want to be different. Nothing in society can be considered perfect, even though we all want to be. The forlorn that whirls through us like a tornado feels like torture, because we are blamed to be ourselves but when we are changed it’s still wrong. That bitter taste of sorrow that you taste filling up in your mouth makes you feel heartsick. We have a constant visualization that someday we could be looked upon with adoration but for some reason that day doesn’t arrive. The blank piece of paper that is soon full of words that makes your heart sting when you silently repeat the letters forming a scene of sadness. We are all the same existence of life, and our unique qualities are what forms us together and if one thread is cut the whole picture is ruined. Our heart beats for a reason and that reason shouldn’t be broken, by a mistake or by the bottle of remorse poured into a person’s innocent heart.
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