The scene dissolved easily once I realized she was bleeding.
Why'd you do that to yourself?
There's a discrepancy between what was seen and what's believed.
She could hardly believe it herself.

"I don't know why.
There's something wrong with me."

Nonsense.
I don't get it.
I don't understand.

"There's nothing wrong with you."

We hugged each other as hard as we can.
Could*

Would you believe me if I told you that life is worth living?
She says she's tired of swimming.
She says she thinks about suicide every single day.

*******, ___,
I love you.

Don't make me feel this way.

Who am I today?
I'm a seventeen year old boy from England.
I'm a nineteen year old boy in Australia.
I'm a sixteen year old boy from New York.
This cyber love comes at a cost,
a cost sometimes too high.
I lust for too many.
Too many lust for me.
Will this ever come to an end?
I am very afraid of the power i hold.
Truly, I am a fifteen year old girl.
Not necessarily actually.
I am a fifteen year old female to male transgender human.
I'm from sunny little SoCal.
And I am in an endless cycle of lying about who I am,
for cheap cybersex and thrills,
because i'm too afraid people will not love me.
I am a ******, a freak of nature.
I don't belong.
But I can still pretend for a little while that i'm loved.

A dusty trail fades into the dark.
A comet strikes a villain at his core.
A simple-minded walker contemplates the stars.
These trees are all reaching towards God.
How could one want more?

A torn spirit leaves its blood-stained mark,
with an echo that echoes.

Silence tastes like a bit tongue.
A mouthful of iron -
ready to spit blood.

Safe in omission.
Silence is stubborn.
Guilt through admission,
but hidden in cupboards.

Break all the glasses.

Silence sounds like a drama on mute.
Destitute actors waving their arms in vain.
The quiet makes us different,
but it always sounds the same.

Take me away,
words.
Show me a place where people are more than just what other people have heard.
Where the sound of their souls echo off the ideas that make up their essence;
"Life is a matter of a miracle that is collected over time by moments,
flabbergasted to be in each other's presence."*

Make me believe it,
but do it quickly,
because if I hear this flawed character's views on what's Wrong and Right one more time,
I think I might lose it.

Blow my mind,
words.
Cure this disease that's become a curse.
Reveal my muse once again in all her awe-inspiring glory.
Tell me a tale.
Share your story.

An idealized version of The Best and The Worst.
Truth may be stranger than fiction,
but real life is starting to feel rehearsed.

Let me get lost between your words,
so that I may believe in the depths of my dreams;
They've such absurd dynamics,
with hints of sibylline profundities.

Take me away again,
words,
but please do it quickly.
My faith is starting to wane,
and I've got work in the morning.

Muse of many.
Committed to none.
Play on lovely lyre,
play on.

Guiding light to the lost.
Promise of hope for everyone.
Shine on lovely star,
shine on.

Don't judge me, Nefertiti.
I ought to turn you sideways.
It's your profile that's famous -
Not so much your face.

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