Here it goes again. That feeling that never ends. That whisper of a promise that came and went; it was more of fake bold clain than anything else. I'm just trying to make this pretty if you want to know the truth. Because that's what I need the most right now. And if I can understand this in years to come then I know that I am who I was meant to be. Because I've become all the people that use to haunt me and I have turned them into angels with multiple wings. There is something that I can't place. Something that dances on the rooftop of my mind but can't make its way to my finger tips. That is the extent of my frustation and my writer's block. I want to be better than this. I want to be more than just a daydream that takes up time. I don't want to waste away in beautiful deadly dazes that catch me for hours that will only rot my youth. I want to be more than this. I want to reach the stars and stay in heaven on earth --- to make all this uncertainty evaporate into the nothingness. I would be the most, not the best, but the most. The best position can always be taken from you. Someone will always be better or worse, but the most --- the most is what I want to strive for. That will make me --- me.

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