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Do not give up little Sun Flower,

You were strong enough to push through the earth, in search of the sun.

So why now, do you wilt?

Are you upset?

That you cannot control the rotation of the earth?

That you cannot keep the Sun all to yourself?

Little Sun Flower, look around.

You are not the only one seeking the warmth of the Sun.

So please, relish the gentle brush of your fellow Flowers, as they sway with the Sun along side you.

Do not hide yourself away.

Do not defend your own ego.

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You are trapped, your body held in place by chains stretching into the blackness on either side.

You cant decide, one path holds pain and so does the other.

Which is the lesser evil?

Why not just stay in place and let the chains tear you in half as they grow more and more taut.

Your frustration fuels them and the pressure continues to grow, and grow.

The human body cannot withstand it for long, soon you will snap.

[anitanh]

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This has gone on long enough.

Your struggle is coming to an end, I have seen how dedicated you are but my dear you have been spread too thin.

You have given away too many pieces of your heart and you may not be able to get them back.

But for now, you can use mine. It isn't without its flaws, but it's about time I give back what I let you give away.

Let your chains fall free and live

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will there be a golden sun at the end of all this? will there be cooling waters and easy breezes, will the earth sigh and float it’s course again? the stars hold no answers, the clouds never share their secrets and the ripples in the water only pull your hope away. your hands are worn and you body just wants rest. you don’t know what you’ll do if the end is anything else.

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let go. the sun shines now like it did then. embrace that warmth, feel the light fill you and bless this form. you are full of love and you always were. now is the time to breathe 

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The way you as a species has evolved is quite magnificent. You think and feel so much that it often tares you apart, so you build hard outer shells around yourselves.

Making you appear like even the lowest of life forms to the stars, scurrying around like mice in a maze, desperate to avoid your fellow man but even more so for the cheese.

You've come so far but, you are stuck. Frozen in place by the very poverty your government created. They watch you struggle from their golden towers and laugh as they say anyone can make it.

But you cant, you are nothing but a roach stuck to the bottom of the riches shoe. Try as you must to be free, you are stuck.

Destined to be crushed under the heel of those more powerful for eternity

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In this game of life I looked down and saw you.

So tiny and fragile, so Mortal.

You strived for such beautiful things, for power.

You had worked your fingers to the bone to get where you wanted to be.

I saw you feeling joy, a sense of achievement from your life, even as you pass.

You felt no regret in what you did and who you were.

And now you stand before me at the gates of hell and you are confused.

What had you done to warrant such a punishment?

Nothing at all my dear. You have been good and pure.

This is not a punishment.

It's an apprenticeship.

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The world is constantly changing my loves,

Where you see death, you only know to think of destruction and despair but, if you were to look closer you would see the buds of brand new life pushing through even still.

Death is change and change is what keeps your world turning. My darlings to truly find your peace you needn't hope in immortality, push past that notion and let go of hope.

When you stop hoping for things to stay you open your heart for things to come.

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All of this debris, beautiful garbage.

It surrounds you, blocking the natural light of the world and instead shrouding you in a sickly green glow as you indulge yourself.

And its only about you, isn't it?

What does it all bring you? Do your lifeless porcelain trinkets give you the warmth of a human connection?

Does your big beautiful home in which you hide yourself give you comfort? Or does it bring you pain. Sat there in your bubble of greed you are caged, deprived of all that is human you are no more so then those Lifeless Little Trinkets.

If you were to look down, would your eyes see flesh?

Are you even able to move at all?

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you just can’t seem to get the right words. the paper is stretched thin and littered with imperfect words, smudged and misspelled and crossed out. and yet you still feel the same. no amount of words brings this deep tiredness out of you. no amount of writing will ever let you say what you feel

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Every cell in your body is humming with glee, everything you've worked so hard for is finally on the horizon.

And with those aching muscles and callused hands you urge yourself forward.

It's all right there, now all you have to do is take it.

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The foundations crumble at its core. You cannot see what you fear in the darkness, only hear the terrible cracking and breaking of the place you call home.

Your knees give out and hit dirt and the building comes down all around you, rubble and debri and mess collapsing tiredly, it’s frame snapping like ancient bones, after having played it’s part so long. You feel the exhaustion flow out all at once from it’s core. You feel yourself shake from the tragedy, despite the release of pain all around you.

You open your eyes when the dust clears. You see the stars. You breathe deeply for the first time in months.

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The sun breaks the horizon. You stagger in the light for a second, the warmth breaking the cold tiredness inside you. You have made it to the peak