But I still consider myself a kid learning from all the adults in the world

So here's what I believe:

1. There is good in everyone

2. If you want to be stronger than hate you have to love stronger

3. Hating never positively affected anything

4. Nothing is more powerful than the friends you make

5. Chess is one of the best games

6. Some people get lost in trying to be cool and don't see a way out, but they way out is to be yourself and you will see the people who have done the same

7. If you work hard enough for something you can get it

8. People always told me when I grow up I won't be the same, I am still the same and now they applaud who I am

9. Don't change for those around you

10. If you show everyone love, you will feel beeter in the end

11. Don't be afraid to be vulnerable

12. Make good friends

13. The things you regret in life are the risks you don't take

14. If getting A's in school isn't cool then watch me burn

15. If being nice isn't cool then watch me be the sun

16. If you want to be good at something, practice

I once heard someone say that everyone gets old, but not everyone grows up. Some people grow up before they get old.

17. Never rush yourself to do something (unless you are procrastinating, then you should actually get that done)

A singular Lily, who holds the essence of Life and Peace wades the soft pond with glee, relishing in the peace it brought. As the Moon rose from the abyss and the Sun fell into the abyss, a rustle sounded out in the peaceful pond and the Lily, oblivious to the new presence, fell into a slumber.

A thorn vine, which held the essence of Death and Despair rose above the pond and slowly, as if it would shrivel from any sort of detection, wrapped itself around the Lily and began to let its branches venture into the Lily. The Lily, ironically, did not wail, cry, or show any form of pain. In fact, it seemed as if it... embraced the thorns growing in its heart. But, Black Midnight, began to spread over the flower, twisting it and destroying the peace it once had.

The Lily once a symbol of Life and Prosperity has now turned into a being of both Death and Life, Chaos and Order.

The creak of old ship beams

the sighs of tired men

fog drifts over water

like paper pressed to pen

Out past the bowsprit

from the unseen beyond

comes a voice like spun gold

casting spells with no wand

Pressed flat to the deck

hands slapped tight to his ears

a man screams his warning

through the mist of his tears

The ship moves with purpose

pulled tight on a string

to the source of that song

to the end of all things

Long and shimmering fins

mouths stretched tight with glee

they wait for the ship

black eyes and wild teeth

Sharp rocks up ahead

but the ship isn't turning

the men sway like lovers

held trapped in their yearning

Wood splinters jagged

high screams split the air

decks drenched in saltwater

the topsails stripped bare

The songs runs its course

then laughter like fire

it burns and it burns

witches strapped to a pyre

On the banks sit the guilty

their cruelty untamed

dense fog lifts around them

their shoreline bloodstained

Claws dig deep into feasting

lips smeared with dark red

and the wind softly echoes

through the bones of the dead

There is blue in the water

there is sun in the sky

and tomorrow a new ship

will surely pass by

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