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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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