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Clarity.


The emptiness is filled with light,

and the silence full of sound.

Though sometimes you think you may be done, 

we all sometimes crash into ground. 

 

No matter how hard the fall, 

no matter how stuck you feel,

someone will always be there to help you, 

that is the deal. 

 

Do not dwell on the people trying to keep you down.

Show them who you truly can be.

It does not matter how small you feel,

because you are a beautiful person that we all want to see. 

 

If I could change one thing for us all, 

I would want everyone to see things clear. 

It doesn’t matter how short or tall, large or small.

Each and every one of us is special and dear. 

 
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I think I am the best, so I'm not too sure what else I could say to the metaphorical you I am addressing. I love reading, writing, arguing, drawing, helping people learn new trades, volunteering, school (hold your tomatoes), Netflix binge sessions, video games, and writing lyrics/listening/composing music. Wow, every time I try to list everything I like, I can't help but feel like an excellent person. In all seriousness though, I was in an emotionally abrasive and controlling situation that caused a lot of anxiety/social handicaps. I realized that I could funnel my bad feelings into different arts and school, so that is what I do now! I totally paint my own shoes as well. I am currently wearing my C3-PO and Boba Fett shoes. Tardis Tuesday's are a thing, of course.

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