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I am the shadow, and I am the light I am the sunlight, and I am the night I am the battle, and I am the fighter I am the water, and I am the fire I am a raindrop just ready to fall I am the world, and yet… No one at all.

What kind of a wolf I am? A black one that represents Mystery, blackness of the soul Loneliness, sadness an despair Or am I the white wolf That is pure, Not tainted by the cruel world That  only knows forgiveness And kindness Or am I the gray wolf That is both black And white That can take anything on That comes it's way And does't depend on anyone For help So, Can anyone guess Which wolf I am?

Do you know what it feels like? To feel so socially awkward around people that you feel uncomfortable in your own skin, knowing that you don't fit in. And, you walk away... thinking that being alone will be better for you - but you're wrong. You just feel even more  alone; even more rejected from society; perhaps even sad, in some way. What do you do while waiting for someone? As you wait, and wait, and wait for them - hoping they'll come soon lest you seem like a loner walking aimlessly around, causing people to pity you. And your face gets hot, you start to sweat because they know - they know of how alone you are and they feel sorry for

You're anorexic if you're thin You're not? Then you're obese. If you're different, you're insane You're not? Then you're a fake. If you're happy, you're hiding something. You're not? You must be emo. If you're dating, you're a slut. You're not? You must have no friends. If you're popular, you're a jerk. You're not? You're a nobody. If you're quiet, you must be disabled. You're not? You obnoxious freak. If you're you, you're wrong. You're not? Then you must be perfect.

Chasing Shadows of You... No matter the years that pass me by, It seems I am forever trapped. For when it comes to deceiving myself, I'm afraid I'm rather apt. In the end the truth which I sought to avoid, is now knocking at my door... A rabid rat that chews at me; one I can't ignore. And though I might have grown this body, from the lonely years I've seen. I'm afraid I can only chase the shadow, of my dearest Angeline. - Chen Yuan Wen, 14th January 2012

I’ve fallen in love with wars & darkness. The kind of darkness said to have made shadow monsters of seen-too-much eyes & the kind of war lands made of desecrated, dandelion wrists. I am the wind, the morphine pump & I’ve carved my bones into stars. I wear them around my neck like outward sun marrow warming my carotid pulse. These little glow-in-the-dark blankets aren’t enough to stifle the sounds; but my anatomy never seemed to fit together the right way anyway.