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Forget about all your shelters all your faults Look into a mirror Deep in your eyes Beyond the color. And what do you see? Can you see your potential, the beauty that lies within The blood that pumps to your heart and brain. We're all human Live it up, learn from mistakes. Raise your chin and scream I AM THE REVOLUTION!

P lease! Can anyone hear me? L ingering fearfully in my own mind. E ach step I take is another mistake, A s I try to fool myself. S omeone that I don't recognize is who I have become, E xhausted by this Job that is my facade. S ave Me! Save Me! A ll I need is the "truth" to set me free, V exed by this weakness to please everyone but me. E ventually there won't even be a "me". M anaging these "changing faces" of mine,a disease within itself. E scapes are nowhere to be found, nowhere to be seen. F rustrated with my lack of self worth, yet I continue on. R eality? What is that? Mine changes with each person I have met. O ver and over it plays

--- I "6 years, such a long time; approximately one third of our lives, and we still have yet to let him go," she sighed. "Did you ever think we would?" her companion beside her asked stonily, as he gazed at the rushing waters below the bridge where they were standing; the same bridge that used to be the rendezvous point for the long dead team 7. It was a long time since they had stood together on that bridge; it seemed like only yesterday they were there together complaining of Kakashi's chronic lateness with their other teammate silently propped against a tree, wordlessly mocking their antics. Tonight, they were there, not by pre-arran