Have you ever looked into the mirror, and wanted to yell at what you see?
Have you ever looked and wanted to smash the glass?
Looked and wanted to cover it?
Wanted it to change...?
Thought about what you are a cry alone on your bed?
Not knowing how to deal with your emotions?
Knowing you have friends, but no one to go to at these times.
Feeling alone. Being alone.
Have you ever done something that haunts and makes tears appear in your eyes every time you think of it?
Ever regret something so much a hole digs itself in your head and soul?
Ever wish you did something so maybe...
So that maybe....
We all want to be perfect.
We all want to have friends.
We all want a perfect life.
But we all don't.
Every life has a story.
Every life has its downs.
Every life has its ups.
No one can control.
Not everyone cares.
Not everyone is strong enough.
Never is everything perfect.
Have you ever felt so down and then so happy only to realize what makes you happy is all an illusion?
Have you felt so hopeful only to realize that is was hopeless?
Ever felt it was possible after being told it wasn't
Ever been on the roller coaster called 'Life?"
Of course you have.
We all have.
Some roller coasters are more thrilling.
Some have more twists.
So have faster turns.
Sometimes people break theirs.
Sometimes have fun on it.
People are strange creatures.
What is in a soul?
Is it just a series of matter going through a series of chemical and energetic reactions?
Or is being human more than that?
Is love just a chemical reaction of testosterone and estrogen or the connection of two halves of the universe?
Only God knows...
If He is real.
Or something we use to explain the wonders and disasters of the world.
I respect both beliefs.
Whatever nurtures your soul or your series of chemical reactions.
So.
Sometimes all people need is a little bit of Love.
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