Revenge: it's a dream of flames fueled by scorched remains that are lit to a torch and brought back upon the one who burned you.
It was a bright day for me when I realised there wasn__ any one way to live as myself. You__e not a character. You have as many sides and reflections as the ripples that pass through a river in the spring. Don__ trick yourself into thinking you must be one person. Because you will never be only one person. Not even in the span of a day are you only one person. We are worlds stitched inside skin. There__ nothing small or simple about a world. There__ nothing small or simple about any living being. Remember this the next time someone tells you who to be and how to live. They haven__ figured it out yet. But don__ let yourself forget.
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It was a bright day for me when I realised there wasn__ any one way to live as myself. You__e not a character. You have as many sides and reflections as the ripples that pass through a river in the spring. Don__ trick yourself into thinking you must be one person. Because you will never be only one person. Not even in the span of a day are you only one person. We are worlds stitched inside skin. There__ nothing small or simple about a world. There__ nothing small or simple about any living being. Remember this the next time someone tells you who to be and how to live. They haven__ figured it out yet. But don__ let yourself forget.
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