You know what bothers me, the fact that no one will remember us when we are gone, unless we win a war or cure cancer. Unless you do something that improves humanity as a whole, you will be viewed as inferior.
But the thing is, you can't change somethings. You have no control who lives or who dies. But you know what you can do, you can pick up a pen and write until the words mold into a white rose and your brain bleeds it's last drop of creativity and your hands bruise or your pen runs dry. And someone will listen.
You will change someones life. You will be the sunshine to someones rose. You will push someone along in this fight of surviving, a contract we were forced to sign before we could read it. You will push them along, day by day and keep them alive with your pain and your tears and your cries of happiness and imagination and creativity and love. Most of all love.
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~M.I. Perrins
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