“But don’t forget who you really are. And I’m not talking about your so-called real name. All names are made up by someone else, even the one your parents gave you. You know who you really are. When you’re alone at night, looking up at the stars, or maybe lying in your bed in total darkness, you know that nameless person inside you… Your muscles will toughen. So will your heart & soul. That’s necessary for survival. But don’t lose touch with that person deep inside you, or else you won’t really have survived at all. ”
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Moths to a flame
The addictive intoxication of nostalgia, Leads many to the path of doom. Time and time again, they succumb, Flying into the Flame. Like moths, their insides burn, And their wings sing. They fall befuddled, Wondering where they went wrong.
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