In which we are different, in which we don't let the limits of society suppress the creativity that flows through our echt veins.
In which our minds unite, creating that which is unique. We are the world, without us the world is but a desolate place with no hope for its existence. The world, without us, is lost in the billions of stars which surround it, nothing but a mass of elements, useless.
In which we are a myriad of catchers in the rye, for which the children each represent something worth saving and we are the Holdens standing at the cliff waiting to save them.
In which we are chandeliers, fragile in beauty, in the most delicate and fiercest of ways
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