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There are a million questions I want to ask, but I have not found the words. I must settle for half baked syllables and stringy synonyms.Do you get the help you so desperately need?
Do you hang swings from the sky or fly from atop a skyscraper?
Do you stop wondering about what could have been, and accept that it will never be?
Do you run from the cold, icy caverns and into the sunbathed fields?
Do you find someone to love you, like you’ve dreamed about since day one?
Do you jump in the deep end of the pool, even though you cannot swim?
Do you learn to stop relying on others to think of you first?
Do you wear drapes of majesty and crowns courage?
Do you find the place where you belong?
Do you venture into unknown lands and finally find a friend?
But what I really want to know is
Do you live? Or do you grind nightshade into tea?








