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It's like every time I take a breath, someone wants to choke me.
Every time I look at my reflection, instead of seeing myself, I see someone who's been molded by society and has been forced to be basic.
"Be like everyone else,"
"You're not special, don't act differently you'll be the odd one out!"
Every time I laugh, I'm reminded of what makes me cry.
Every time I see someone falling apart, I feel their pain in my chest.
Every time I speak, there's always that popular kid that cuts me off.
Because his opinion is more important than mine.
Every time I look at him, I'm reminded of how ugly I am and how pretty the other girl is.
Every time I light a candle, I feel like I'm inhaling the burns caused by excessive amounts of heat along with the beautiful fragrance of the weapon itself.
Everything comes with a price.
Along with beauty, a rose brings thorns.
Every flame comes with the price of an injury.
Therefore, our lives come with a price of us ruining it.
By being reckless.
By giving in or giving up.
By bottling up our emotions, just like a jar of pills waiting to be consumed by the desperate patient suffering from this endless pain.
But even after knowing all this, every sundown, I go to bed hoping that the next day will bring a little more change to the monotonous routine that is my life.
Every sunrise I wake up with a peaked spirit and a hope reborn that grows from my heart and spreads in my veins.
The beauty of transition, of change, takes me by surprise every time I experience it.
May it be your fears, your anxiety, your lies, your pain let it flow through your fingers and out into your own world of creativity.
Let your mind pour out everything that's been bottled up in there for days, weeks, months and even years of grievance.
That is why I write.
I write to feel the change of my thoughts as I put them down and out for the world.
I write to get to know myself better.
I write so I can breathe with more freedom than before.
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