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#ART...  Everyone deserves a chance to cry Many do not deserve the tears.  I am lonely, I am sad.  I am weak, I am proud.  I know my faults, I know who I have hurt.  I long for it, yet I will never admit it;  The father I never had, Understanding from those around me,  Internal peace,  Solitude,  Fulfilled aspirations,  A say...My say,  My voice.  Yet, I am stuck, living like my life would end each next day.  I have loved, I live I am incompetent, I am confident,  I am boastful;  I am the weakness in anger and that evil in fear.  I am detached, I am self-conscious.  I know what I stand for. Yet, how much does my body want to carry out that fight that my spirit puts up?  I will still crave for it.  How many mistakes did I blame on fate?  How many times did I feel under the shadow of a father I never had but knew, was the only way to shed light on my mishaps?  How many years did I wai...

#‎ ART‬... If I were to choose from my list of things most ‪controversial‬, I would choose and say "I wish I never thought of school."  Yet, these ‪words‬, ‪school‬ taught me to speak, this idea nonetheless, formal ‪education‬ engraved on the walls of my ‪mind‬; Those who look down on you are just "curious" ‪people‬ with low self ‪esteem‬, they need as much ‪comfort‬ as is proposed that you need.  You're bait whenever they speak and you're too shallow to ignore. If they say to you: "why work to kill yourself," say to them: "Till the day I die, be quiet while I work."  If ever, they make you look, feel even, like you are behind ‪progress‬, think to yourself and stick to what you would define progress as.  Death is only stagnance, there is no better way to live than ‪define‬ and redesign (ART).  If you ever feel bad about yourself, if it is ‪regret‬ over wrong doings, even the ‪bible‬ is against hardened sinners...  Yet, never let anyone...