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My confidence is like the tide It rises to challenge the earth itself It subsides revealing all my insecurities Never has it remained constant for a second It sways as if controlled by an outside force Like waves submitting to the will of the moon My confidence is like the tide I find myself clinging to the life raft of hope, maybe it's my own will to survive Or a primal, instinctual motivation of self-preservation to which I must abide Often I am lost in the sea of lies without a moral compass for a guide I push my own thoughts and emotions to the side Is it enough to just give up and say that I tried My confidence is like the ti

My confidence is like the tide It rises to challenge the earth itself It subsides revealing all my insecurities Never has it remained constant for a second It sways as if controlled by an outside force Like waves submitting to the will of the moon My confidence is like the tide I find myself clinging to the life raft of hope, maybe it's my own will to survive Or a primal, instinctual motivation of self-preservation to which I must abide Often I am lost in the sea of lies without a moral compass for a guide I push my own thoughts and emotions to the side Is it enough to just give up and say that I tried My confidence is like the ti

   A rolling slate of fog cascaded its way between the gravestones. It caused the skies to reside behind the tide of ominous, gray water-light enough to hang itself above the soil. Near an unmarked gravestone, someone sat alone. Her back to the grave, as should gaze upon the final resting place. The young girl with almost perfect white hair had just a touch of silver resting on her shoulder. She wanted to cry but could not recall why. She seemed far too young to be laid to rest but in truth, within the house of death, all are a welcomed guest. She felt weak, yet strode to her feet, and walked along the hallowed rows of the reapers keep. Some

''One day Danielle was born A year later she had a special birthday party At 6 years old it was her first day of school At 7 it was her first time to play violin and she could play piano.'' Danielle's dad took her for a car ride He told her that there was something mommy and daddy tried to hide He told her that they were fighting and mommy was tired of hiding it He told Danielle that mommy was leaving She started screaming and demanding to know why Her dad told her that he would fix this and if he couldn't, that he would still try Danielle stopped talking and started to cry Her dad brought her to her grand ma's and said he had to go t