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Never let go, for you are worth it.

I don't mind scars, as long as they are the type that can be seen.

I wrote this at my great-aunts funeral. Seeing the faces of everyone around me, ashen and blue from crying, I had to make sure I remembered.

We might as well all be gone, what with the menace in humanity.

Sometimes we just belong to the concourse, where our faces cannot be discerned from the ones around us.

We're all just slaves to our society, but still we dream.

When can we live without being categorized?

In this murky river of tarnished dreams, I have found something pure.

I'm just waiting...that is all.