call me an addict.

You're waiting for a train. A train that'll take you far away. You know where you hope this train will take you. But you can't know for sure. Yet it doesn't matter. Now, tell me why.

- Cobb, Inception

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In her hands were dust -

Fairy dust that once made her feel something.

Feeling.

Was that a necessity?

She put her hands out of the window and slowly let it go,

for she needed the fairy dust no more.

She didn't need that to feel.

But did she still need to feel?

Sitting next to her was the person who had given her the courage to release the fairy dust,

convincing her she needed them no more.

The courage,

it was priceless,

she couldn't have been prouder

of herself.

Being proud itself was an accomplishment,

feeling proud of oneself was something

she might not have been able to feel

on her own.

Feeling.
It wasn't so bad, was it?


It wasn't something glorious,

or something to be very proud of.
But take pride,
take pride in an accomplishment.

And stop there,
just stop.

If letting go was an accomplishment,
what else can be accomplished?


Is there a need to use that as a stepping stone?
Is there a need to want more?
Is there a need to hope that person would do the same?
Is there a need to feel like that?

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Is there a need to feel?
Is there a need to show that feeling?

Is there a need to smile?
Is there a need to smile just to show happiness?

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Sometimes I wish
that I could smile more often.
Stop smiling over things I'm not supposed to smile at,
smile at the times I'm supposed to smile.

How I wish I could just
break into a small smile
at the right times,
and stop being misunderstood.

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M.

I know you hate it when I say I'm sorry, but I'm sorry.