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The Edge of Silence & Beauty (Discontinued)

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When all is lost, can there still be hope?If you were given a choice to sacrifice something precious to achieve your dreams and desires, would you do it? Is it worth trading your soul for? Would looking back in the past fix anything or even more despair?

In a universe surrounded by untamed power and dangerous magic, the decisions each being makes is another domino, waiting to belittle others. Possibilities could be endless. Endings can turn into beginnings. Friends can become enemies. 

    Some claim it was the Devil's doing. Others believe their Saint didn't bother to come to their aid when needed. Everybody wants truth, and yet, others believe what they want. There are different perspectives. Just as there are different seasons and different fears. The sad reality: No one knows. The balance between good and evil are often blurred. Almost as if both don't exist.

But stories do.

   Don't believe everything you hear or see. This collection I have for you shows how we all have a choice, whether its for personal gain or for the "greater good". Now, how did I end up stranded on a silent, but beautiful cliff surrounded by galaxies? Was it the work of corrupted angels? Was there war? Maybe it was a monster's work? A time traveler? Who is to blame? Was it by nature or was it by choice?

All in good time. 
For now, keep this in mind:

Life is beautiful. But it can also be fragile.

Choose wisely...


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This is a collection of my writing from the past 7 years. Before I started to write, I was a very lost individual, as are most teens, but I was lost in darkness. I was too afraid to move anywhere at all. I hid in the dark, debilitated by my own anxiety, sadnesses, anger, and hopelessness. I was desperate to be loved and feared it the most, I was a coward, I was self-destructive, I would mentally bend my thoughts to the point of bordering insanity. I was born into this world alone, and got too comfortable with it. Maybe I still am, but a fraction of what I used to be. This writing is extremely vulnerable, and potentially disturbing to others, as all my weaknesses, strengths, obsessions with making every moment sentimental, the sickening desperation I've had, the destructiveness, and the constant brutal reconstruction of my mind. Without guidance, it's been absolute intense chaos. Though, there is beauty in the darkness. Everything can be found in the darkness. You'll find that through my writing, I've somehow slowly become exactly what I've written. A living representation of my writing and what I wanted to be. Without myself even knowing it. A lot of my writing themes are based around nature, or some kind of natural aspect. The imagery I paint with natural metaphors is constant, the animals, just like you and I, the plants, and all other living things. I planted these seeds in my mind, unknowingly at the time, where I now feel the deep dark green jungle pressing at the inner walls of my skull. It's all that I want to consume my mind. There's so much to learn. The magic of nature, and it's infinite wisdom. It's as if I have been on this path all along, and I didn't even know what I was doing, yet my body and mind were passively taking care of me. Giving me and eventually showing exactly what I want, and wanted to become. I have every moment, every instance of suffering, and every epiphany to be thankful for. Soon, I'll be at peace from the raging storm.

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What does it mean to be broken? (I wrote this poem myself) ______________________________ Why be sad? When no one knows how bad You feel your Pain makes you sore. Why be mad? When no one can tell How hard you fell How it hurts MORE than a tad. Why be happy? Be like all those sappy People pretending to be What they want you to see. Why be frightened? Senses heightened Screaming, As sick people are beaming. Why be tired? When no one knows How your wired How you grow. Why be honest? When all known is a broken promise When no one believes you Even if what you say is true. Why hurt? When no one feels your pain When no one's ever alert When you never feel sane. Why pretend? When you know in the end No one will be there Because no one cares. Why care? When no one cares enough for you To know what your going through They think your heart is unfair. Why try? When no one sees that you do They just pry Thinking they know more than you. Why speak? When no one will ever hear They'll say you're a freak They don't see a single tear. Why do anything at all? It's not like anyone will see If you fall If you scream. ____________________________________ "Just admit it Winter. After the whole accident....your broken." "No...No that's where your wrong. I'm not broken. Because to be broken, you had to have been whole in the first place."

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