I type as if I'm playing piano. Think as if I'm singing. Write blogs as if I'm writing a song. For the world to sing. To understand this. The Human Condition. What we were, are, and always will be. Jealousy, Hatred, Hurt, Happiness, Love. We grasp onto something that we don't want, only because we think we can't get better. When really there are so many things better than what we have in our hands. Reaching for us. We just can't see. Maybe others see. They surely see. But this thing, this unhappiness that we grip, keeps us blind-folded. So many things we need to learn. We're too young to commit to something that has an ever changing mind. Too young to believe that what we cradle is the world, yet, just a grain of sand. There's a big, big world after high school. Just breathe.
"And i feel like I'm naked in front of a crowd
'Cause these words are my diary screaming out loud.
And I know that you'll use them,
however you want to."
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