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I want to write your name
but I hesitate
because if I do that
this simple game will become a cruel reality.

I refuse to let myself fall for you,
for your personality,
your jokes, your tease,
your dependability.
I refuse

because I’m not strong enough
to battle for you,
to be the third person,
I will lose
because you will never choose me.

Because love is less than three.

So I won’t tell the world who you are,
and you need to know
that I won’t let this feeling grow,
I’m not brave enough
to give myself the scarlet scar.


This is today’s beautifool thing.
The rose colored glass turns everything beautiful
and turns foolish every being.

So I happened to come across tinsoftware&#8217;s Facebook page and saw this photo. 

This is today&#8217;s beautifool thing: a forgotten memory found. 

I don&#8217;t remember the name of this bug (I think it&#8217;s categorized as a bug). My friends and I used to catch and play with them all the time when we were in elementary (or was it kindergarten). We tied a string to their legs and watched them as they tried to fly away while holding on to the string. 

It might sound cruel to you. But to us, we loved it. No gameboys, no wii, no internet, no TV, just us and nature, so we were active and creative. Our intentions were not to torture the poor creatures, we were just kids trying to have fun. 

Have you ever seen how fast and strong the desperate wings are? Have you ever heard the sound of the struggling wings? Have you ever held on to something that could fly away at any moment and will never again be yours? I have. We have. 

We were kids, desperate for our dreams to come true, battling life trying to survive, and foolishly trying to catch the moon in the water. 

Memories, thoughts being kept in my mind, 
joy and sorrow, I laughed and cried, 
forgotten, it makes me sad, 
memories, the past I had; 
lost, found, and now remembered, 
to childhood, I surrendered.

So I happened to come across tinsoftware’s Facebook page and saw this photo.

This is today’s beautifool thing: a forgotten memory found.

I don’t remember the name of this bug (I think it’s categorized as a bug). My friends and I used to catch and play with them all the time when we were in elementary (or was it kindergarten). We tied a string to their legs and watched them as they tried to fly away while holding on to the string.

It might sound cruel to you. But to us, we loved it. No gameboys, no wii, no internet, no TV, just us and nature, so we were active and creative. Our intentions were not to torture the poor creatures, we were just kids trying to have fun.

Have you ever seen how fast and strong the desperate wings are? Have you ever heard the sound of the struggling wings? Have you ever held on to something that could fly away at any moment and will never again be yours? I have. We have.

We were kids, desperate for our dreams to come true, battling life trying to survive, and foolishly trying to catch the moon in the water.

Memories, thoughts being kept in my mind,
joy and sorrow, I laughed and cried,
forgotten, it makes me sad,
memories, the past I had;
lost, found, and now remembered,
to childhood, I surrendered.

"Live like you don&#8217;t care, but make it worth living."

Don&#8217;t let the world get to you.
Don&#8217;t let intimidating fears accrue.
Keep your head up, your mind clear,
Calm yourself with a big, loud cheer!

Don&#8217;t slip and drown in self-pity.
Don&#8217;t compare intelligence and beauty.
Be who you are and be proud.
Be your own voice, be loud.

Just ignore the rowdy opinions.
Think and take your own actions.
Let the world know you&#8217;re a fighter
Until the end, until forever!

"Live like you don’t care, but make it worth living."

Don’t let the world get to you.
Don’t let intimidating fears accrue.
Keep your head up, your mind clear,
Calm yourself with a big, loud cheer!

Don’t slip and drown in self-pity.
Don’t compare intelligence and beauty.
Be who you are and be proud.
Be your own voice, be loud.

Just ignore the rowdy opinions.
Think and take your own actions.
Let the world know you’re a fighter
Until the end, until forever!