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It's all in a blaze. The whole world.
Blinded by the light that we think is good for us, only to realize that the light is keeping us back. There's so much more we can do yet we sit by, content by all that we think we have. It's just a margin of what really lies out there for us.
The runway was crowded with people. Tall, short, young, old. They were protesting for what they believed and they would give anything they had to help their united dream come true. It wasn't right, what was going to happen. The people knew that, and they would fight till the end for the right thing to be done, And fight they did.
We've done this word before, and I, like everybody else, wrote about some princess who needed rescuing in some tower protected by some beast. Where has our unique imagination gone to?! Why can't any of us think for ourselves. We take what's already in front of us and simply embellish it; we need to do better.
I can only ever win with one suit of Armour. I feel like it's significant in how I play life. With one suit that I have to learn to maneuver and control. I have control over me and the things I do but that's it. That's how it should be..right?
Sweethearts.
I don't know how to understand it.
The complications that come with owning one, almost make it not worth the trouble.
Yet, no matter the pain, the turmoil, the distrust, we all seem to yearn for more.
More Love,
more Hearts.
As they ran into the wild in fear of their pursuers, the alarmists began yelling. They were becoming chaotic and their control over the crowd would soon diminish. She knew that if they had any chance of survival, she would need to step up and take charge.
It was dark and stormy when the man in black appeared before the gates. The guards fought but they were no match for him. He flew open the doors and stepped inside the place which he would soon call his own. It was his time to rule the kingdom which had been stolen from him.