It is 11:13. You take the last cab home and you cry. It is your 19th birthday and your 21st heartbreak. You sit there with your dysfunctional heart and try to rub off the stain that the world has marked you with.
You feel hollow. You feel strangled. You feel like you are being dragged along by an ocean that has no destination. Your shoes are filled with gloom that reflects the life that you've chosen and you sit there unable to console yourself.
I sometimes wonder why you bother to choose pain at all. I have seen you bleed through all your heartaches and I've bled with you. It is 11:45 and it is still your 19th birthday. And you look like a broken moon which is refusing to shine.
So come sit with me here on this night and let the moonlight bathe you. These last 15 minutes will spell something beautiful. Very soon it will rain and wash off all these sand castles of your miseries that you've built over Time. Hold my hand dear, as we watch the dancing skies cry.
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