There was a time I was different, I thought I was someone special. I had the courage to go through anything, I felt, saw, heard things others didn't. I felt like there was a great reason for my life. It made me push through all the terrible things that happend to me, it made me not lose myself.
And then that one day I had that weird spark, a magical moment, like I was almost at where I had been guided.
But it was all a great lie. That feeling, that vision, it took me to my destruction. All that way I had walked, just to fall of a cliff. How stupid of me, to belive that I would be real.
None of us is special, none of us walk a written path, we paint our lifes, or perhaps some relay on lies. Should trust no feeling, no vision. Desire nothing, just hope were lucky enough to still be here by tomorrow.
And yet again I feel this light, how disgusting of me to even try believing it could be right?
And then that one day I had that weird spark, a magical moment, like I was almost at where I had been guided.
But it was all a great lie. That feeling, that vision, it took me to my destruction. All that way I had walked, just to fall of a cliff. How stupid of me, to belive that I would be real.
None of us is special, none of us walk a written path, we paint our lifes, or perhaps some relay on lies. Should trust no feeling, no vision. Desire nothing, just hope were lucky enough to still be here by tomorrow.
And yet again I feel this light, how disgusting of me to even try believing it could be right?
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Everyone *is* special. Special to those whos lives they make worth living and for those whos heart they touch. You're right, lives aren't written but it doesn't mean they cannot be something great. They are just what you choose to make them. There was never a higher voice guiding you, that was your heart. You just have to learn to listen again. :3
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