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I walked towards the middle of the room, the sounds blaring in my ears. I stepped onto the rhythm and music began to play. A beat, a subtle waltz to harmonize with the unrequited love in my heart. It was at that time I knew I must dance. I would dance to save my soul from despair and from the loneliness I knew I would face.
It has been far too long. What was once a barren desert is now a cold desolate place. I cannot see the paradise beyond the horizon. There was hope once but it is slowly fading away from my memory. If there is someone with mercy, please help me find the way.
I sat there in the vacant auditorium waiting for the invisible orchestra to play their symphony of sorrow. I was guided here by the sympathy that remains in my still-beating heart. Oh, to hear the song one last time before the rhythm in my chest fades at last.
Drawn in the depths of the cold water. I began to swim away from the shoreline. The cold sand of the beach drew further away as I swam. The cold water pierced my flesh like icicles and the baptism it gave me was exactly what I needed. Maybe I can face a new truth out here.
Through my haggard wares and my toiled endeavors. Through the journey I've taken across the plains of this place. I can always look back and see my prints in the snow behind me, glossed over in the pale luminessence of nostalgia.
A terrible terrible season, in which the blissful ignorance of summer fades. Of course summer was doomed to end but we chose not to think about that. Now, as life begins to die and the weather makes us sad, some sadistic people actually find beauty in this terrible time of year. Maybe it's the poetry behind death that they're attracted to.
In all my years I've been a scared man. Too scared to do what I want, too scared to go after the love I sought. Yet, each and every single time such a problem arises, I panic so much. I've become an alarmist in my own affairs, and I have no idea what to do about it.
for all my life i've refused help. I hate to be assisted by anyone. I have to show not only myself but everyone that I can do something by myself. That is until I fell in love and had my heart broken. Then I realized, help doesn't make my accomplishments any less meaningful, it makes it more so.
I love paper cranes. They fill me with such joy. About 20 or so folds and something beautiful comes up. They signify and inner peace to me. No matter how stressful my life is, how depressed or heartbroken I am, I have some serenity when I fold my paper cranes.
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