Emmylea says

Sometimes words do so little to explain the wonder that we are.

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I will cherish the day when I no longer fear my own choices.

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It's when the world stops spinning and the stress of everyday life wears off that my mind snaps awake. Every fragile thought, however miniscule, will be brought into the light, and massacred. My mind is my greatest enemy. But my mind is me. I am the enemy.

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When I tell them I have no need for someone, they tell me to wait. That the world will make sense, and that the light will be beautiful and that I will need someone. And they're right. That someone is me. I will be my own hero, fighting the darkness and injustice for myself.  I can be amazing and well accomplished without someone else. I don't need someone else. I only need me. And that is okay.

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I don't write when I am utterly happy. It is when the holes beneath my rib cage itches, when the whispers in my head grow louder and when the world runs me over and leaves me for dead. It is when there are things left to fix. I write when I no longer need to be saved.

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Happiness to me is when I no longer need to write about the world and my heart. I only need to live.

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There's a darkness in the deepest corners of my mind. Whispers, demons and emptiness, lying about the light shining from my heart.

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I can't even say that you're a thousand miles away, I don't know where heaven is placed.

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If there is a heaven, that is where I hope you are.

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The devil is a cunning darkness, disguised as charm and smiles, sharp as nails beneath the surface.

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Tell me I'm a goddess of light and calm and your ocean blue eyes will be my last sight.

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Sometimes words do so little to explain the wonder that we are.

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I may not lose my breath over the sight of you, but I will cherish the moment you look at me and say that I am enough.

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Tell me the depths of your heart and I will spend my last breaths loving it.

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The world will not stop for sorrow and pain. It will only halt, spin and move on. 

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If only the sky could scream out these catastrophes that are about to rain down on us, so we could be honest and realize that we are not the saviors.