I have closed my eyes.
I have closed my eyes. For my only goals are in the dark now. You can
never truly understand one another unless you feel the same pain as
they felt. For this world is in a endless cycle of hate. For love creates hate.
For what this world calls "justice" is only vengeance. I want to end this
Cycle of hate. Create a new world of which hate doesn't exist. Not create
but make the world a better place. Im lost between love and hate. Of which
shall rule over me. I know through love, you can accomplish anything. For
If you love something so much, than anything is possible. Not a moutain to
big to scale. Not an atom to small to see. For power can create hate and
demolish love. What I look for is not more power but more love. If you truly
love something or someone, than you can accomplish anything. A plant is set
in a dark place, seeking the suns light. It first has to be in a dark place in order
to grow. For I am a seed, which was placed in a dark place. Want to grow.
Wanting to get out of the dark place. Wishing I can see the light of day.
Wanting to grow ever so big. Wanting to reach the sky. To touch the clouds
and beyond. For I am still in the dark place, waiting to sprout into something
beautiful. Waiting to sprout into something at least. Even if it's the weeds that
grow in between the cracks on the asphalt. It's beautiful because it doesn't
know its not supposed to grow there. For when I grow, I shall be ever so helpful.
Helping the people that has helped me grow into what I have become. In the end,
all the plant wants to do is follow the sun and seek its light. It wants to die and grow
more of its kind. In this cycle, it always has to start in a dark place. Slowly, I am
sprouting every day into something. I want to be the plant that brings happiness
and joy to the one that seeks its existence. For one day, I wish to be the one plant
that someone seeks. For one day, I wish to be the one to be sought after. And not
the one to seek. For that day is to come. For I have the courage to change fate its self.
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