I Want To...

[Ohverride]

Move Forwards.
I am. I can. I will.
Move forwards with my dreams. Not away from anyone.
The world's disgust bears upon me often.
Are you impressed?
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I stand in front of people who don't need it.
Beg and plead with those who rank below me.
I cry to my enemies. Rip the ground to pieces.
So what?
I dare you.
Try to tell me what you find wrong with me.
A thousand times your jaw will fall slack.
Your own words don't make sense.
There are millions of people like yourselves.
Disgusted mobs. Would-be heroes.
False tear shedders. Yellow-bellied losers.
Liars.
What a paragon of love you claim to be.
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I do not think any of them know what love is.
I do.
If you depend on your magic to tell you how to feel.
It wasn't real.
If you depend on a condition to tell you how to act.
You have no will of your own.
If the entirety of your being isn't located in your heart...
Do you even exist?

I could love you all a thousand times
And you'd spit in my FUC face.
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I just hate how awful it all feels.
No fear. 
You need it.
You're going to die.
No sadness.
You need it.
You NEED to cry.
No joy?
You are already dead.
No anger?
You must have lost your head.
This is my journal.
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I'm going to keep writing. Someday someone will find it.
As I connect to Biblos more and more, I want to say.
There's more to love.
There's more to be mad at.
True hate doesn't exist as much as one thinks, and...
Almost all of you are wrong.
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A kiss for me, please!