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Her white dress trailed behind her, sticking to her dark skin, clinging to her like life does to things that are dying.

I think we’re all made up of different paths, different possibilities of ourselves. Our inner soul, the eternal part of us, never changes, but perhaps it manifests in different forms and ways throughout our lives.

Each day had been a new adventure, joy, and excitement. But in all its shiny newness, had he forgotten to feel…something else?

Sometimes it takes moving away from something to truly see it.

I cannot be full of rage. Rage causes one to do things he doesn’t mean.

They deserved for it to be their truth, and he wouldn’t stop until it was.

How could a small, weak boy like himself ever be allowed a voice big enough to say anything at all?