Everyday, I do the same thing over and over again. Somethings I beg for change while sometimes... I don't. Day in and day out, I hurt myself for its the only way I can feel something other than what I am feeling right now until one day it felt different.

A gust of leaves and dirt collectively crash against my face. Scarring my skin as they drew blood. Ignorantly denying the pain and open wounds as they meant nothing to me. I continued my daily stroll. 

 While walking through the town, I spotted a young girl wearing a dress that's traditionally sculpted towards her beauty. It's vibrant colors and creative texture enchanted her beauty as her hair blew throughout the air like string. She was gorgeous and I wish I was given the opportunity to have her as a wife. 

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But at least I can dream. For I'm already gone... buried in the sea of regret and hatred for I was jealous of the man that took her away and kept her beauty to himself.

But isn't that what marriage is about? You may ask... 

Yes, but is it truly worth it? Are you truly making that person happy or they are just pretending to be happy so, that you would not get depressed or sad? Is it a selfish act or am I just painting the wrong picture for you.

If so... I'm sorry. 

Pay no attention to my foolish outburst, and childish remarks and way of thinking. 

Goodbye.

That same gust of wind blew once more but this time, I felt nothing for there wasn't anything to feel. Now I rest at rocky shore of a lake were we use to sit by.

I hope you love him like, I've loved you.