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I learned that we rush to grow up since the day we turn fifteen that our childhood dream of being invisible has turned into a terrible nightmare that we hope to read our future in the smoke of cigarrettes and that we look for answers at the bottom of the bottles that flying means more than throwing yourself from the roof and floating beyond the sky that if we stop sleeping we would mix reality and dreams and sometimes that's all we need That maybe the cure of cancer lives inside the mind of a child who can't afford education that no one would behave as society demands if we had nothing to lose that hearts only break once for real and that liars were once the purest that cold and heartless people don't really exist that we all have scars maybe not in our wrists but in our hearts and souls or in the little universes that we create and crumbled down that we all had an imaginary friend to keep us from being alone when mom and dad used to fight that the best poetry cones from chaos and pain and that we use art to release our anger because it's just art and it doesn't worry anyone that if each of us were a little bit kinder less people would wish to disappear and the world would be a better place I understood that the books are a lot like mirrors that we only see in them what we already carry inside of us that if we would send less texts we'd know when a friend feels lonely that we rather take pictures of the moment than livig it with the person sitting next to us That there are no potions to forget the pain nor chocolates that makes us feel better that we are all a little crazy and we are okay with that that happiness depends on us and how bad we look for it but this is just what I learned and I don't know... what did you ?
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Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 1:12 AM UTC
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I learned that we rush to grow up since the day we turn fifteen that our childhood dream of being invisible has turned into a terrible nightmare that we hope to read our future in the smoke of cigarrettes and that we look for answers at the bottom of the bottles that flying means more than throwing yourself from the roof and floating beyond the sky that if we stop sleeping we would mix reality and dreams and sometimes that's all we need That maybe the cure of cancer lives inside the mind of a child who can't afford education that no one would behave as society demands if we had nothing to lose that hearts only break once for real and that liars were once the purest that cold and heartless people don't really exist that we all have scars maybe not in our wrists but in our hearts and souls or in the little universes that we create and crumbled down that we all had an imaginary friend to keep us from being alone when mom and dad used to fight that the best poetry cones from chaos and pain and that we use art to release our anger because it's just art and it doesn't worry anyone that if each of us were a little bit kinder less people would wish to disappear and the world would be a better place I understood that the books are a lot like mirrors that we only see in them what we already carry inside of us that if we would send less texts we'd know when a friend feels lonely that we rather take pictures of the moment than livig it with the person sitting next to us That there are no potions to forget the pain nor chocolates that makes us feel better that we are all a little crazy and we are okay with that that happiness depends on us and how bad we look for it but this is just what I learned and I don't know... what did you ?
adshimabuko
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Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 1:12 AM UTC
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