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willpower
pulling me out of the cravass clawing hand over hand to get out of the shadows from bellow willpower is what fuels me to dribble myself out of the doldrums and make something in the sunlight I can't photosynthesize make my own life in darkness
sunny
It was not a sunny day today, it rained and thundered and grumbled. Which was a pleasant shift from the horribly humid sticky soup sort of days we've been meddling through, and I enjoyed watching the waves crash and smash into the cliffs like angry slow motion movies.
stolen
He took my arm and pulled me into a world of crystals, of ruin and lost things. I didn't know why he took me to this magical and dilapidated place, but i felt like I didn't belong in this whirlwind. It was too starch and unnatural, to romantic to be real.
forefront
Forefront of despair, waiting as i approach Waiting like a wall across a barren tundra
talon
it curved out of the sky Like a clipped fingernail Or the crescent moon Slipping though the clouds And piercing the beating Flesh heart With a pop
chosen
I can't believe I've been chosen by him. Me, of all people, how did I get so incredibly lucky and to deserve his attention? Let alone devotion.
selling
people too often sell their souls to people unwilling to take care of them. They just sell them for too cheap, and be on their way. But I think those are happier than those who never give up their soul for anything, even perfection.
sandcastle
I live on an island. There's sand everywhere. I often try my best to make a cliché sand castle, those things you see in movies. But from what i've learned, those rarely happen, and our lumpy concoction is always far superior.
flee
perhaps I should flee. It seems sometimes that everyone is running away from me. Maybe I should join them. Maybe they're going somewhere spectacular.
songwriter
everyone is a song writer, going through life stopping on notes and tones and vowels and words that string together to become what is known as life. Sometimes ugly in parts, but sometimes beautiful.
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