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"If you open that door and come in, I'll
be waiting for you there, It's okay
to believe, I'll comfort you, this is
The Magic Shop"
BTS- Magic Shop
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Where there is a choice there will always be repercussions, I've learned that the hard way. Sometimes your fears get the better of you and you choose not to speak because the world tells you not to. It's kind of like living on a pedestal but not in the way you dream it would be like, all eyes are on you and your looking down on them afraid of what step to take because you might fall. Playing back the same dull singular cord that pulls your life down in an unhealthy direction.
You can share your experiences with someone but it's always the same response, a scratch record repeating itself. Words have nothing behind them, you can tell or say whatever you want but that's never enough, it's never that easy.
"Have strength."
Well, I guess I'm not strong enough.
When you do make it out of your nightmare it seems, unrealistic, strange. Grasping the fact that you were once at your lowest point but, here you are now.
You thought you couldn't make it because you knew you couldn't. It was beyond endurance. There had to be a driving force pushing you from behind when your limps felt numb and your balance was shaky.
Impossible.
How could anyone help you? Yet someone did. How did they understand you? Sufficiently enough to catch your hand before you threw yourself off that cliff and into an eternal darkness.
How did they recognize that your song was playing it's final beats? That the melody was inconsistent?
What was their melody that brought harmony back to yours and refocused your eyes from the darkness below to the the stars and galaxies above.
That mended your stars that began to shine brighter and twinkle. As if the glass world that always reflected your faults was shattered and the piece's now reflected the happiest moments and emphasized happiness overall.
What was their galaxy like?
As if instantly, you remember. The exact moment on that cliff when someone took your hand and said...
"Live."
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Feeling overwhelmed, overly exhausted and stressed, your mind will haywire. Emotions like being unsure of your state of mind. Feeling helpless and broken. Like there's nothing left you can do.
But that hand remains linked to yours, not pulling you, just keeping you in place. Making sure you don't fall. You don't look back, because of lack of energy? Your not sure, because your tired? Who knows.
While one hand holds yours the other gently lifts your chin, opening your eyes to that new perspective, the one they fixed with you, though unknowingly.
Then they speak.
"What were you trying to accomplish?"
"I hated myself, this life, I wanted to disappear."
Their grip doesn't tighten nor does it loosen.
"Do you still wish for that?"
"Yes."
"Even after what I've shown you? You still have no faith in yourself?"
"No."
"Life will get better."
"I don't believe you."
"What if I show you a different way. Will you then believe me?"
"I have nothing to lose, perhaps."
"I'll leave you a door."
"A door?"
"Yes, if you believe. Whenever you feel the need to disappear, open that door and come inside."
"I'll be there, and I will comfort you. You'll clear your mind, have some tea, and look for the light in your life. You'll be okay."
"So show me. Show me the door."
"You have to find it on your own, but like I said if you believe, you will find it."
"I'll wait for you in The Magic Shop."
Then that person was gone, but you were still there, and instead of looking at the darkness, you looked to the sky and smiled at the stars.
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