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As the people you know become irreverent, your life becomes more and more vapid, until you look in the mirror and realize you lost yourself some miles back, and you're not even sure it's worth going back for. That self, that part of you, is long gone in the rear view, and there's nothing but empty road ahead.
The internet is making sounds again, like every other day. It's like trying to turn your cat into a unicorn, you wave your magic wand and shout "Rainbows!" in a showman's style and in the end, he just looks at you like "meow".
It's lonely down here. I mean, down here among everyone else. It's lonely to not be a somebody. It's hard to be part of the everybody, but to be a somebody, up there in the light... That would be something. That would be everything.
The man in the mirror has eyes that tell the story his mouth cannot. They say he's losing interest in what he sees. The man before the mirror cannot see the challenge, and cannot save the man he sees.
I should learn to guard my passions, to keep control of what keeps my heart beating. With a single word, a person can shred my soul and leave the raggedy pieces strewn about the cavernous pit in my stomach. I can't let them tell me no.
Since we last spoke, I've changed. You've changed. Yet somehow, here and now, we stand the same people with the same, mixed-up feelings and mixed-up words that made us drift apart to begin with.
"Go," it whispered, that voice behind the mask, the chained desires that lashed against society and expectation, yet stayed imprisoned behind the mask.
Black like the carbon in the dust on the jacket. The handprint on my palm were all that was left of the miner.
The time of your life should not be defined by events occurring, but instead by the ebb and flow of emotions that creates the wave you ride. It is not in the passing of time but the changing of heart that humans truly spend their lives.
I am a candle burning at both ends, but instead of wicks, I find I'm made of fuses, each burning quickly towards the middle. When they meet, I know I will explode but I can't stop it. No, I can't stop now.
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