Writing and poetry

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(errr maybe a vent idk lolz 😜 get ur sillies out before we get serious ‼️‼️⁉️⁉️🔥🔥💥💥💯💯 trigger warning btw!! Talks abt bad bad stuff like su1c1de !! DW good ending 💥💥)

In a universe wide, in a single solar system, a world spins. It's full of hope and pain. Violence rings from all sides. I tried to hide. Away from danger, afraid face a threat so great alone. I tried to hide with Death. A knife to protect myself. Yet, death did not accept me. It refused. Or had I refused? Even I, might never find the truth. The knife did no help to support me in hiding.

    I was suffering. A stab wound. A nail cut too much. A tree cut down. A weed plucked out. Sand pulled into the ocean.

    My heart, it was attacked. It bled. The stabber had run before I knew who it was.

    I brought myself to a corner, to let my blood flow. Looking up, I see the moon. It seemed to tell me something. I cannot tell what it is saying, but I appreciated it.

A hand, it reaches out to me. I don't understand, and try to hide from it. But, the hand. It seemed to understand, seemingly smiling at me. Shakily, I put my hand in the hand. It brought me up. Did not let me trip. Only then did I realise that violence did not reach up here. Had that been the reason she had went so high up? To the clouds? I was far from the clouds above, yet far from the ground.

I saw the hand was no hand, it had a body. Like me. Someone like me? How could this be? It had a mouth. It had a face. It felt unfamiliar. It spoke to me. I could not hear. It did not matter, what was shocking to me was it spoke to me. Me? I was worth no more than nothingness. Yet, it made a sound, a sound that was meant for me. Just me. Not a sound that was meant to bring me down to past nothing.

I became a waterfall of invisible tears. This was another person. A person? The word sounds so well-known, yet foreign.

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  For, in my world of black and white, I saw colour.

  If only I could show her the beauty of the world. Though, she must have a wonderful view from the clouds above. Can she see into space? She must be speaking to the stars, telling them how proud she is of me.

  Do not dwell, I will come to live with you someday, but, I will first complete my journey here.

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(BTW!! no I wasn't ever REALLY stabbed !! It's metaphorical ✊✊)

-YourAverageSillyAhh