a simple diary

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Dear diary...

I don't want to live...

I don't feel like I own my own life...

for my life is owned by everyone but me...

I am not one to kill myself...

I don't own my life, its not mine to take...

I could step into traffic and be happy...

but I don't live for myself...

I live for the people who own my life...

for the moments they have for my brown eyes to capture with them...

I live not for me, but for them...

I live to see my mom graduate.

I live to meet my sisters first boyfriend.

I live to beat up my sisters first ex.

I live to meet my best friends kids.

I live to see my friends drive.

I live to see my friends triumph over the mountains they must face to get to the valley...

for the hidden miracals they want to share...

for I know my plain brown eyes will not see my path as anything but clifts and impossible lands of war...

for my mind makes it a battle ground that no one can survive...

I will never live for myself,

but I will live for you...

to help my friends, to be there for them,

for the moments in life they don't want to be alone for...

weather there good or bad...

they are my will to live

                            -luna