The way the world can treat those with no voice.
The beauty in the mechanics of everything.
The power prejudice has to turn good people to monsters.
The bite of betrayal, both expected and from corners that are sacred.
The deep desire for approval.
The reflection of time through the eyes of a child.
The tears of a loved one, covered by shame.
The wish for things to go back to the way they were.
The coldness in a heart as something wonderful degrades.
The feeling of terror in the face of truth.
The powers that are unseen to most.
The fear of entering your own home.
The impotency and weakness of youth.
The utter hopelessness of broken foundations.
The broken bitter anger of a madman.
The wonder of mortality, and the desire for immortality.
The difference between Good and Evil.
The crushing black wave.
The limits of a single person.
The miracle of survival against unsurmountable odds.
The golden dawn.
Things that you would not believe if I told you.
I am seventeen years old.
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