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I will still be there cheering from the sidelines, Through the good times and the bad. I will support you as best I can For the sake of all we have. I will still be there cheering from the sidelines. Even when my heart aches to be in the game, I will do my part to inspire you. I will be the one to keep you sane. I will still be there cheering from the sidelines When you fall in love but can’t find the courage. I’ve seen courage in you from the start. I’ve always seen through to your heart. I will still be there cheering from the sidelines When you need that shoulder to cry on. Because after all you’ve been through,

"Would you destroy something perfect in order to make it beautiful?" - My Chemical Romance What is perfection? After all, everyone throws around the phrase "nobody's perfect." Yet I'm standing here looking out at the world I'm about to enter realizing that an awful lot of people are still trying to be perfect. And they're trying in vain. Perfection is a state of absolute. Perfection is when there is no flaw. Perfection is the point where no improvements can be made. There is no room to grow or change. And by that definition, no person in the world can ever be perfect. Humans are always growing, always changing. There is always some flaw that

Details, details, details. It's all in the details. A million things to remember. A billion things to do. Life is full of instructions-- Full of guidelines. An idea that each piece is perfect, In an attempt to create beauty. It's so easy to become overwhelmed, So easy to stress. It's hard to remember How to take a step back. But true beauty is not found In the precise perfection Of every single detail. True beauty is the big picture. True beauty is the flow Of this piece to the next. In the way colors are complemented. In the fact that we can see something, And just say... wow.

To hear is to feel. It is the spider, Whose legs grace her web listening for the shudder of dinner. It is the cello, Whose strings tremble gently At the stroke of a bow It is the Robin, Whose song of mate entices With the onset of spring It is the river, Whose rocks stir, unsettled, Pulled by the great force of nature. It is the pianist, Whose own graceful touch Is felt in the surge of emotions It is sound herself As she feels her way Through the world. From the legs of the Spider To the strings of the Cello In the song of the Robin And the rocks of the River With the touch of the Pianist To hear is truly To feel.

Aeron: The fact that tragedy is allowed to strike at a person so young is a concept I can not begin to fathom. Anna was one of my closest friends in the world. She was beautiful, inside and out. She may not have known it, but I saw it every single day. It’s just that… our society isn’t an easy place to live in. There are so many expectations: the way we dress, how we should look, how we should handle stress—what we should do about depression. But the truth is that no matter how many times people ask if we’re ok, no one wants us to say “Actually, I’m not so great.” The world does not want to bel

I cannot save myself. The prospect of climbing out of the depths I'm in looms over me, the darkness presses against me and seeps into my skin. And I cannot avoid it, so I embrace it. You cannot keep yourself from falling. The same darkness that infects me is what keeps you on the edge. It is this darkness that haunts you as you spend your life praying you don't fall down and get lost. The same visions that dance around your conscious like the sparks that could ignite a fire you don't know how to put out are the demons that constantly tug on my ability to move forward. The scars on my wrist mirror those on yours, and the long uphill battle ah

You know what? Let's talk about Love. Let's talk about the one thing that just about everyone in the world wants to experience. And you can talk all you want about it, but you have to understand a few things. First off, get rid of the notion that there is a perfect person out there for you. Get rid of the Prince Charming you dream of, get rid of that idea that one person can truly be some idol of perfection. And next, get rid of the idea that you are perfect. Now, some of you are already a little too good at this. I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to the people looking at me in shock like I just hit a small child because I told you Prince

When I was in kindergarten, my teacher told our class that there are no such things as boy colors and girl colors. Everyone can like whatever colors they choose. And I lay silent on my cot before nap time knowing that she was wrong. Now, I loved my teacher, and I wanted to believe that she was right. But I knew that the other kids might look at me funny if I said I like the color purple. And I did. But that was my secret. Something nobody else had to know, because no matter what my teacher said, I knew that purple was a girl color. And I am a boy. So when people asked, as they so often did, what is my favorite color, I told them blue. And bl

In just a few days, I'll be surrounded by some of my best friends in the entire world. I'll be with the people who understand me and accept me for who I am. And I'll be with her. She doesn't know how I feel. She doesn't know how I want to hold her hand. How I want to feel her fingers interlaced with mine. How I want to feel like maybe there's someone who might just understand me yet. I mean, I did say I'm going to be with people who understand and accept me, but at the end of the day, I'm still hiding. I'm hiding behind the mask of a friendly smile, ever struggling against the urge to give up and let the world see the natural shape of a fro