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for a moment we were wrapped in the cozy warmth of a crystal blue sunrise. we had everything and nothing going for us as we scattered their beliefs about us and lived on the edge of a thunderstorm. we willed it to swallow us whole, drown us in its depths so we would not have to any longer bear the condescending tones and disappointed sighs. we tried too hard yet never enough, dancing precariously on an invisible line between the two. for a second we wavered, tipped softly to one side or the other but we could never really fall because our hearts, though wild, had the right intentions behind them. never able to leave, we tried to fly free with clipped wings, shackled by society and the never ending press to do more, be more. we couldn't be everything they wanted us to be but we could never be anything we wanted to be either. so we escaped to our minds, creating fantasies where reality should have been. living inside them. thriving. but that sunrise was poisonous, taking advantage of our youthful desires and wrapping us with unrealistic beliefs and dreams. all too soon the delusion evaporated, leaving us gasping for air as we were sent unprepared into a foreign world. we used to dance amongst the galaxies and sing melodies with the stars but we burned too brightly and were blown out too quickly, left beaten and burnt out, our heads hanging. we couldn't do it. we couldn't be good enough no matter how hard we tried. in those moments of icicle tears and shaking hands, we lost something in ourselves. we lost the hope that before we had been surviving off of. and without that, we were nothing but dusty skeletons with textbook writings clawed into our bones because that's what they told us mattered. but how could any of that matter when we've let go of what makes us human?
Flashback to the way I used to frequently write - as a stream of consciousness, kind of. Personally, I like things like this because it doesn't suggest a certain way of reading it and I love speaking it out loud, like a spoken word poem.
But probably a lot of people won't have the patience to read through a long rambling paragraph
But probably a lot of people won't have the patience to read through a long rambling paragraph
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