I wish you could understand how
well I know things aren’t black and white. That things are far from perfect and
that there is an infinite amount of beauty in the ugliest parts of everyone. I
wish you could see how far down my soul goes and how I could never reach the
bottom even if I tried. I wish you could see that I never stopped loving any
one. No one. I wish you could see I hurt and I break and I bleed. I wish you
could see how well I tasted destruction and death and how much I liked it. I
wish you could see that the light, the joy, the real kind, won. I wish you
could see that my life is real and I don’t just live with my head in the
clouds. I see. I feel. I live. It may not be easy and I may have made a constant
line of mistakes but I see. I wish you could know that I hate you for changing
so much and accusing me of walking away. I wish you could see that when I give
my opinion it’s not for popular demand or to make you smile. It’s the truth. I
wish you could see I wouldn’t lie about your soul. Because I am missing it just
as much as you.
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