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I feel as if all my life has been based off movies and once the movie's over I'll have to start over. Breaking away from the first half of the movie, too bitter to finish it and move on to the next part. I'll wrap the world around my finger until I find the speck of dirt I call myself. These thoughts and these emotions are nothing and will pass as time goes on. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5-- I'll count down till my last breath flows out into the air and all my tears hit the floor. For I fear that these emotions I collect are not just mine, but instead the emotions of the world that I wrap my finger around. I hold on tight until I realize that I don't need it anymore. My finger starts to go numb as my fists start to crumble the world in my dry, ghostly palms. Then, suddenly a tear hits my palm and like water hitting a tree, my hand becomes silky soft soil, ready to plant a new beginning to my existence.