Life is like a sharp stick that has many purposes with intertwining meanings.

It’s like a double sided sword, helping on one end, hindering on the other.

So you’ll fend off your foe but end up stabbing yourself in the heart regardless.

Blood gushing out, your minds moved on but your body has not.

It can be your sturdiest tool, your most prized possession yet your biggest burden, your greatest disadvantage.

That stick is your one true weapon, it’s goal, your protection.

It protects you from the beasts who would like to feast on humans just like you.

Aswell as from the beasts who do deceive.

They wear a mask of a human, but inside are truly evil.

The stick is the piercing pain from a lover’s betrayal.

But also the sharp sense of relief from finally finding your freedom.

It can protect you from cold, icey days that bring shivers to one’s spine.

And melts away the snow that lands in your hair, dancing as if the specks of snow were stars in the night’s quiet sky.

It is yours, and yours alone, no one else can wield it.

All because it believes that you are purely divine.

So if you have something to hide, don’t let it look inside.

Because it _will_ destroy you.

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This is so bad, lol, but I just got done with state testing so what else is there to do that I haven’t already done?

I did a bad job of expressing it I think, but I was trying to say life has ways of loving you and of hurting you. And that you should be careful because even if you can’t literally be torn apart, your self esteem and reputation always can.

Also this is my first writing with having gotten premium. It’s not very important info but it’s for my future self to know when I look back on this.