Dear Optimist, why are all things inevitable inherently bad?
Allow me the chance to be your eyes so you can see past the obvious, let me be your heart so you can feel past the moment. Let me take your hand and show you what I see, make you feel what I feel and understand why I feel it. Blind, blind to the colors that are right in front of you. Surrounded by black and white with shades of gray and a pessimistic perspective which continues to drag not
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I am a verse wrapped inside a chorus, I am a blanket of lyrics sewn together by a string of words which both define, and destroy me. I am the aftermath of a powerful storm, I am the rainbow dancing through the sky as the thunder quietly fades away. I am the last kid picked, the first one blamed, and the only one stupid enough to stand still just long enough to watch it all slip away.