_I yearn._
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_I yearn for everything I do not have._
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_My heart tells me I want, so I want._
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_My mind tells me don’t touch, so I touch._
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_What would a man be if he would only follow his heart,_
_being controlled by the strings that make his blood flow._
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_I yearn._
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_I yearn for the day that I’ll decide,_
_should I follow my heart,_
_or my mind?_
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When they stare,
I gouge their eyes.
When they talk,
I stitch their mouths.
When they ask,
I deny.
Then I ask,
Why do they not have eyes?
Why can they not speak?
Why do they not ask?
Are they immoral?
Do they not have _souls?_
What about
**Me**
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Why does destruction follow me?
Why does it chase me?
**_…am I the destruction…_**...
_In the golden night, I awakened._
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_It was when I realized, lies were truths._
_When I realized, truths were lies._
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_It was when I let it go._
_When I let time carry me, and not my pride._
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_It was when I awakened to life._
_Making it mine, and not someone else’s._
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_Recognizing that gold is only as precious as you price it._...
_Dreaming._
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_It’s what I did best._
_I always dreamt dreams, the vivid images of hope surrounding me._
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_Dreams of bliss, and dreams of success._
_Dreams of happiness, and dreams of life._
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_And then I woke I woke up._
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_Was it always a nightmare?_
_Was it always this harsh?_
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_How could the vivid turn gray, and how could the the hope turn empty?_
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_When did the leaves start falling?_...
Energy flows, and passion sparks.
Every idea starts with a spark, the spark following another and another.
A chain of reactions, a fragment of imagination.
Like a electrical line, thin but full of energy.
Strong yet weak at the same time.
It’s a choice to turn the spark of the passion, into a wave of electricity....
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