Are You Watching Closely?

[i_love_candy777]

Because I Remember

There are three sides to every story, three choices to every option. This is one side to a story. This is one choice among a million options.

There was a boy, when we were kids, that was picked on like mad, and I saw it.
He stood up, he was not afraid as I was, to be himself in a crowd of sameness.
I fell in love with him, and I did

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I write a lot...

[i_love_candy777]

IDK what made me want to write all of that, but it was interesting to write out. I wrote it fairly late at night too... and we have a "wtf?" moment, brought to you by Kasey Donahue...

He probably is proud.

[anonymous]

Perhaps what you took for strength is weakness, or perhaps with that strength comes weakness of equal or greater.
What sustains can destroy, and sometimes while sustaining destroys.
The problem with helping others find their way is that one needs to understand how one becomes lost.
Perhaps he dies a little more each day, having died a thousand deaths and more already.

"Conceal me what I am, and be my aid/For such disguise as haply shall become/The form of my intent." (Twelfth Night, 1.2.53-55)

There's more lying around.