Her periwinkle eyes sparkle a bit after she cries, you know.

You shouldn't have to hide yourself, forever...

I can't stay away any longer... I can't hurt myself another day by not seeing you.

You're like the part of my life I know I can't fully live.

How can I start acting true to myself when I don't recognize the girl I once was?

Sometimes I take the easy way out, give up in little ways, but I always regret it. I want to start building up small victories, even if they only last a day.

These are challenging times, but these are the times when your voice is the most valuable. And you, love, should not hold it in.

And I'm slowly realizing it's fear that's holding me back from choosing, for what if I decide and it's not the correct path? Do such things exist as right or wrong choices?

It's absolutely necessary that you make yourself smile at least once in this lifetime, realizing your happiness is shaped within and rekindled by others.

Those dreams hijacked your peaceful state of mind, slamming you at 850 rounds per minute, an assault riffle crafted with your name emblazoned on its body.

But those dreams meant nothing, they only meant you were unfit to attempt reality.