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"Hello."
"Do I know you?"
"You don't sing anymore."
"I'm..."
"It's just that I noticed. You don't sing anymore."
"I…have nothing left to sing about."
"Why?"
"Because I'm just a broken voice since he has gone."
"You are not a broken voice."
"You don't understand-"
"Your music sings through your bones. Don't give someone the power to take it away."
"But it hurts to sing."
"Your music saves you from falling. Don't push your savior away."
"I cannot…not anymore."
"Your music makes you into the beautiful girl with eyes that make us smile. Don't let your gift fail you."
"Please…stop."
"Your music, your voice is who you are. Don't bury it into your past."
"How can I explain to you…"
"Your music saves me, and so many others when we hear you sing your heart out. Don't let us fall apart."
"I can't even help myself…how can I help you?"
"Why would you say something like that?"
"Because that was why he wrote me off. He told me I was unlovable because I fell apart so easily."
"He made a mistake."
"I'm sorry?"
"Because what you are, what you always have been, what is so amazing about your voice, your music, is the fact that you are unbreakable."
"Do I know you?"
"You don't sing anymore."
"I'm..."
"It's just that I noticed. You don't sing anymore."
"I…have nothing left to sing about."
"Why?"
"Because I'm just a broken voice since he has gone."
"You are not a broken voice."
"You don't understand-"
"Your music sings through your bones. Don't give someone the power to take it away."
"But it hurts to sing."
"Your music saves you from falling. Don't push your savior away."
"I cannot…not anymore."
"Your music makes you into the beautiful girl with eyes that make us smile. Don't let your gift fail you."
"Please…stop."
"Your music, your voice is who you are. Don't bury it into your past."
"How can I explain to you…"
"Your music saves me, and so many others when we hear you sing your heart out. Don't let us fall apart."
"I can't even help myself…how can I help you?"
"Why would you say something like that?"
"Because that was why he wrote me off. He told me I was unlovable because I fell apart so easily."
"He made a mistake."
"I'm sorry?"
"Because what you are, what you always have been, what is so amazing about your voice, your music, is the fact that you are unbreakable."
Literature
A Child Again
I wish I could be a child again.
Where all I had to worry about
Were skinned knees
And cooties from boys.
I wish I would be a child again.
Where boys ran away from girls
And no one lied.
I wish I could be a child again.
Where parents were devoted
In every part of my life.
I wish I could be a child again.
When there was recess,
And fun and games.
I want to be a child again.
I want the child meant wonder.
I want the never ending hope.
I want loyalty.
I want simplicity.
I want to be a child again.
I want my innocence back.
I want to not have to worry.
I want grades that don't matter
I want time outs to be the worse punishme
Literature
Even If I Tell You...
Kiss my neck,
Hold me close,
Tell me good things
Even if I don't believe.
Tell me I'm beautiful,
Please,
Even if I deny it.
Tell me you want to get to know me,
Please,
Even if I think I'm the least interesting person
in the world.
Kiss my cheek,
Hold me tight,
Be there when everything's
not right.
If I lose someone,
Be there, please,
Even if I tell you I'm okay.
If bad news comes,
Don't leave me alone,
Even if I say I want to be
on my own.
Kiss my cheek,
Hold me close,
Tell me good things,
Even if I don't believe.
Kiss my neck,
Hold me tight,
Be there when everything's
not right.
Literature
Stone
"You have a stone in your heart,"
That rouses me somewhat. I look up from my book and out the window at the gray fog that's settled over everything like wet cotton. I imagine breathing it, letting it fill my lungs with gray. All at once, the room is suffocating and I push the window open and the cool air tumbles in and ruffles the pages of my book so that I lose my place.
The spell of the story unravels and some part of me aches to know that the sort of love that exists in the storybooks is never true.
She loves the lines of him.
Her.
"Are you listening?"
"
Yes," I say without much conviction.
Rainwater pools on the windowsill.
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