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Oct 2016
You know that scene in the movie
Where they're all sitting in a circle, laughing, and even though they're outcasts
they all belong
They're singing in the hallway together
They cry a little under the lights of a football field

You know those scenes
They are a stereotype
And even as you watch, the little voice in your, the viewer's, head whispers
this isn't real
this isn't going to last

We're all living our own story
We should be characters in our own scenes, in our moments

So why have I become a viewer too?
Why does the film run alongside me in my mind,
and as I watch things unfold, line by line, the little voice keeps whispering
this isn't going to last
and I have to deal with that

And how do you deal with that?

I just want to press play on my life and be alive
Instead of analyzing each moment from the outside

I just want to *be alive
Amethyst Fyre
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