Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplacable spark. In the hopeless swamps of the not quite, the not yet, and the not at all, do not let the hero in your soul perish and leave only frustration for the life you deserved, but never have been able to reach. The world you desire can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

The papercut chronicles

Maybe I would be a fool to think
That somewhere in the sky is a place for me
What good would it do to pray for me?
You wont save me, don't pray for me.

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