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Life. It can be viewed from all angles. Some see it as a game, they must win. Some look at it as a curse, a stinging pain that lags on and on, striping them of all their strength and hope. Some don't see it at all, they look right by, too deep in their own superficial values to see the beauty and horror of it.

Balance. That is what we need. The damned hormones we are given get in the way, but isn't that the beauty of it, how difficult it is to succeed? We say that life is unfair, but then we say it is boring. How much more uninteresting would it be if it were only sweets and no sours? Nothing to think over? No conflicts to overcome?

Wrong. We are all wrong, not one of us is good enough. No one good enough for our dreams. No one worthy to touch our hearts. We conceal ourselves from one another with these doubts.

Doubts. Holding us back from achieving our goals. Clawing, gnawing, biting at our desires, leaving in shreds what you had hoped for.

Fragments. Slivers of the true soul inside, the one bound by things unsaid. By fears too great to be brushed off. If only we could hold on just a little longer just enough to see around the corner of the cave we put ourselves in with these thoughts.

Dream. It's almost as dangerous as the knife in the kitchen, the one that you were told not to touch as a child. The beauty of your hopes, addicting. But you fear it, fear to dream so long it will create a hole which can never be filled, a black space that shall never be filled again. The gap between dreams and reality, what's possible and what's imaginary, leaving you more hopeless than before.

Jump. What is life without one? Will you stay in your small room forever? Afraid to look out the window, afraid of what might happen? Shall you always sit in the corner listening to others' triumphs? Will you not take a chance yourself?

See. See the beauty, beware of the hate. It surrounds us, threatening to choke us in the night, but you must not let it. You must hold on, hold onto your 'childish' dreams, the ability to trust. Without your dreams, your faith in life, what are you? You're nothing but a human body and mind, alone and untouched.

Float. Don't look down or you might trip on your own feet. You could fall down and down until nothing is recognizable. But you won't, you'll hold on. You'll stay strong, through the rain and the wind, you will remain untouched by harm, hate and corruption, believing in yourself and the true value of life.

Truth. It is a confusing word. It is never fully true. Some people search their whole lives for 'the real truth', but you must find your own. It is within yourself. You just need to find it. Find it and never let it go, never let it burn out. For without it, you are just a lost soul.