All that we speak, we speak into existence. Speak what you've wanted the most, and not least. Don't let insecurity succeed in resistance. No longer let doubt and fear continue to feast. With all fight left within you, continue to rage against hopelessness and sorrow, for every new page is adorned with your words, and you set the stage. Will you bar your own cell, or break free from your cage? Will the battle unfold as a victory won through, or will you write your own tragedy? Speak your heart. Speak it true. What your heart wants the most can still yet come to be, if you'll hold on to your passions, and set yourself free from believing yourself so unworthy of your dream coming true, for you deserve so much more than you'd claim. Will you speak your salvation, or damnation to bloom? Would you rise from the ashes, or embrace your own doom? You've made it this far. Don't you dare throw away every scar that you've won, for they each cry their say in how far you have come, and how strong that you are. Don't give up on your dreams. They are nearer than far.