I’m going to fight for my dreams, how unrealistic they are. People who tell me that I cannot be who I want to be are the enemy. I’m casting them from my life with their pessimistic views.
But…
Please, let me into your life. Roll away that stone that blocks my way since I will not force myself into it if I am not wanted.
My sparks are diminishing. I cannot smile or laugh or love my art.
Can you lay next to me and give me your body, but also your love? Can you confess your love to me? I want your whole heart, not just pieces.
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The girl smiles slightly, holding the bowstring taunt and staring down her enemies. She takes a step forward and swings the arrow head to a dashing boy covered in armor. She zero-ins on his eye and releases the string, making the arrow fly then pierce the boy in the head. He falls to the ground in a heap of metal and body. The girl stares at him with her dirtied face and ripped clothing. She walks to the body and twists the arrow from his head. She places it into the quiver on her back. Her eyes scan the area around her, looking for new enemies. With her contentment, the girl tiredly sits in front of a giant wooden gate in front of a stone castle. She smiles and laughs, thinking of her fights and sacrifices.
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