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If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice.
There once was a girl named ______. She spilled her thoughts on white paper, they turned to blotches and made no sense. With time those blotches faded, revealing the meaning behind all the words she's ever said. Simple tricks with smoke and mirrors and a sleight of hand that revealed your mind's inner workings. she took those precious thoughts with pure intentions, but you miss them don't you? ______ didn't count on this. And so she locked those secrets away forever, for herself to peer at once in a while, only to find they withered away and she set them free on the wind. And now every chance she gets, she hopes to cover each blank spot on the pages of unknown books to make a mark of her own in hopes of reconciling what she's done to you.
It was the end. People fled for fear of the unknown. Plants that once lived in harmony with the world struggled to survive, growing ever quickly, their vines sprouting in every direction, choking the life out of everything. In the middle of the dusty road, I picked up a scrap of the sky in hopes we could fly. You held a piece of the sun and your face shone with its light. You believed we could change the world, together. You took my hand and together we ran for miles without stopping. No time for rest, you said, or the vines would wrap around our feet, and take us for their own. My legs burned, and sweat dripped down your face, but you showed no signs of stopping. Did you even know where you were heading? I often doubted you, but you showed no signs of being uncertain.
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