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A ghost from the past,
Haunting.
A familiar fear,
Returning.
A braver me*,
Surpassing.
An earthquake struck just few hours ago.
But I know, God works in mysterious ways.
I can't be fragile. I shan't be afraid.
He is my Savior, my strength.
And, it all turned out you were just the dirt on his glass window that he needed to wipe off because he wanted to get a clear view of that humming bird which kept on hovering around.
In my thoughts
                        — the most dangerous
                          and the safest place
                     you could ever be.
Where you're supposed to be
W a i t !

The best of me
  is yet to come
  or maybe,
  just maybe
  it's hidden under these
  g a r m e n t s

        *or

        six
        feet


  under the ground.
And if I'm bound to be forgotten then I'd rather stop making memories than wait for nothing. Then, I'd pull the trigger. Maybe. Not yet tonight. So, I think I'd still wait because the best is yet to come.
My english teacher says
You **** at writing

My math teacher says
You're gonna fail

My history teacher says
Go to sleep

My science teacher says
Just get out

Yet they still want me to learn
*How am I supposed to do that?
I don't understand
He's
    electricity
       running
          through
             my
                soul.
He knew you were brittle so he broke you.*

After endlessly hitting the fire alarm button, out of panic he successfully destroyed the extinguisher's case. His adrenaline came rushing in as if he were Superman. He knew that you have been protecting that weapon a long time ago. But, he knew more than you do that you must subside for a while so he would try to put out the dangerous flame inside you even if it means breaking you.
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