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When a writer puts his soul and passion into his work. It will go unnoticed, often because of its length. It is a rather sad fact, but a truth nonetheless. For the simple emotions conveyed in just a few words, Often hold more sway with those who are emotionally swayed. There is no depth of the heart, nor a single thought spared. For the effort placed into a piece that forgoes the winning edge, For a hint of true meaning. You will not read this piece and I will not expect you to. It will not be popular or famous, nor will it see the light of day. For length is the bane of true poetry, And that is why so many of my kin have already l

1. if someone invites you back to their place for coffee, and you only drink tea, don’t stress: you probably won’t actually be drinking coffee. 2. when the creepy guy from work asks you out again and you think about accepting for the first time because you’re sick of going home alone and you have never learned how to say no, don’t. learn. stand in front of the mirror until you love yourself enough for your skin to fit snug on your body. read about the hundreds of millions of planets out in the hundreds of millions of galaxies and feel so crowded that you’re about to burst all over again. 3. you’re gonna

because she is a broken pretty thing, and he is the little boy who grew up mending treating, loving broken things.

"Hey! Are you all right?" "Sure, why wouldn't I be?" "Um...because you just fell from the roof of the hou-" "See, that's where you're wrong. I didn't fall. The floor challenged me and I accepted." "And how did that go for you?" "The floor won. But only because it had the advantage." "Of being non sentient and vast in size, along with the fact that there is a freaking storm out!!" "Nope. I just attacked from the wrong position." "Backwards?" "I overestimated my skills." "I'll say. You're bleeding!" "Only a little. Ask me again." "What?" "If I'm fine." "Are you?" "Nope." "Is it because you're bleeding?" "You're supposed to ask