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It's out of our control

And so we'll sit and watch

As a despicable man

Takes

And takes

And takes

"Stay strong" 

"Don't give up"

"There's power in silence."

Why won't the sky explode in a burst of orange-yellow-red radiance, turning each moment golden? Or fade into lavender laced with blue and whisper-pink, the world muffled and soft around the edges?

a cursor on an empty black screen

an actor alone on stage

there is nothing behind either

one blinks on and off

another blinks rapidly

there is no beginning in this space

before the actor speaks

I can't shake the feeling

That I'll never be one of them

Girls with lives made of honey and laughter,

Girls with someone who looks at them

Like they're laced with something unknown and magical,

far away from my friends as they speak,

i never liked feeling alone. 

i never liked feeling left out.

but here i am, 

whenever i speak,

my words don't even go into one ear of any of my friends,

Crying.

It’s something that all of us have done

At some point or another.

Yet it is a sign of weakness!?

And I say that is false.

FALSE

I say that it should be a sign of strength.

So