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I kneeled down, trying to help the man in-front of me. he had a broken arm, and one eye was swollen beyond belief. There were many others that needed to be assisted, but I could only help one, then move on. The others had left, thinking it was pointless, tat you couldn't save them all..
I folded the very last paper crane with a triumphant sigh. I had started this project six months ago, and after countless stops and starts, I was finally done. I could finally make my one wish, and change you back to who you once were.
I love you. But I hate you. I want to tear into your mind and soul, I want to feel your pices make me whole. I wish to feel the dying kiss of a girl I love to hate, who in my mind is ever so greatly wrong. And i love it. And You. Honest.
Through a sea of desert sand, i find my self wading through countless possibilities. Through broken hearts and once-upon a times, my soul lingers upon each morsel of who I once was, who I am, who I could have been. Who I can still be. My body can only hold so much life upon its shaking frame.
Darkness. I think, i feel, but i'm so lost in the depth of my emotions I can hardly stand. I struggle through the darkness of my inner most thoughts, and the brilliant light of my greatest dreams. even through all of this, i feel cut, bruised, bleeding from a thousand petty wounds made on my heart and soul.