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TimeMost of us,
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Live in a world we don't want to touch.
But how can it be helped?
Shrouded in a gossamer veil of light,
or a thick curtain of darkness
that veil allows the night's dull, black atmosphere to crowd it.
Maybe the curtain lets in a pin-prick of light from a distant star.
and if you make a move to touch either of these walls that seperates you,
from the truths of reality,
Crushed or blinded is all you'll get,
because you've ripped the fabric of time,
You tried to step into the future before it could even look at today.
But you can't go back.
Yesterday you were a different person.
If you go back now,
would you be that person again?
Would you fix your mistakes? Take back regrets?
You'd learn nothing.
You'd be stuck.
It's your choice.
Be the one that takes the risks, or the one that stays behind
Fore the world is a delicate place,
one wrong move, and we wouldn't be here.
Stepping on a crack can start a war.
Eating a peice of sushi could f
My little star.
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I can see myself in a different time, everyone is so happy! I start running and feel the cool breeze flowing through my hair, the soft grass beneath my feet. Oblivious to the world around me, like I'm in my own little bubble where I can't ever imagine anything bad. Innocence just radiates off of me, like rays of light from the sun. My parents are laughing while watching my brother play with his toys. I can hear 'Front porch looking in' by Lonestar playing in the background.
So free... I embrace this wonderful scene. I fold it into a little origami star and hug it tight, not wanting to let go of all the sweet memories. I continue hanging on to it, that little star. It's my most prized possession, I wouldn't sell it for all the world, couldn't bear to ever let it go. Hell, it seemed impossible to imagine ever putting it down. So I continue to run with that little hopeful star which shines brighter than a thousand suns. Buried in my arms, se