"You will always be able to tell when anda are different; when anda are the one that everyone is staring at; when anda are the one that everyone runs in fear from atau stares at in disgust as anda pass them by; when anda are the runt out of the litter; when anda are the broken and cracked tile in a tile floor; when anda are the dead pohon in the center of the lively forest; when anda are the odd one out from the ordinary.
It's a feeling that will creep upon anda without a warning. A feeling of difference. A painful feeling. A sharp blow to wake your psyche from its peaceful slumber; a blow that can crush atau cripple a person and their emotions. anda feel distant; anda feel as if anda are a domba lost from its herd; anda feel like a ship lost at sea. anda feel like anda are drifting further and further away from the world; anda feel like anda are drowning, and anda feel as though everyone would turn away rather than throw a life ring to you, atau even dive in to save you. anda feel like anda are the darkness hidden in the corner in a room filled with glistening lights.
For myself, I have very different thoughts. I feel like a cold-blooded animal amongst warm-bloods. I may look the same as the selanjutnya man, but on the inside, I feel like I am burning. anda see the world through a glass window, just as bright and as clean as it could possibly be; pure and full of hope. All I see when I look through that window is stained, cracked glass, tainted oleh my place in this world and my warring emotional insides. anda are looking in on the world through that pure window, watching in delight and happiness as people come to anda with a smile; I watch through my window as people turn their backs and walk away. I feel like I cannot see myself; I feel as though I do not see myself. Oh no, I only see a worn man with tears staining his face in the large crack that runs down the middle of the window; I do not see the world, I only see my broken spirit.
I do not feel like I am of your world. I do not feel like I have a place in your world. I only feel like I have the ugly feelings that tether me to reality; who I really am in the flesh. If I were to step into your mirror, atau if I were to step into your crystal-clear lake so full of life, I would merely pollute the limpid water and it would become tainted... Just like my body. Just like my species. Just like my mind. Just like my uncontrollable 'bloodlust', as anda call it.
Sometimes I need the danger. I need the danger just to know that my jantung can beat. I feel numb sometimes; numb as in I do not feel as though my body is truly working anymore. Feeling my jantung beat pulsing is one of the only things that reminds me that I am not numb and that I am still a living person and not the... monster that anda believe me to be; the monster that anda claim for me to be. Seeing my blood flow is another way that I know I am living, though my blood is just as cold and as clear as ice instead of the dark, warm crimson red that resides in a normal person. If anda examine me atau were to take me apart, will anda find the differences? atau will anda ignore the differences and call me person who fits in with the rest of the crowd?
I can see right through anda as if anda were an ice sculpture, so pure and clear. However, can anda see through me? Am I a clear ice to you, am I a blank canvas yet to be touched, atau am I a cracked window soiled with years of dirt and grime that prevents anda from seeing into me? Take your pick, choose wisely your response. It will either amuse me atau damage me, mind you.
I think of myself in these ways from hari to day, especially when I am amongst the 'normal'. However, I smile, and I laugh, and I play. I know who I am and I know what I am, even if I do not feel like I do at times. I am but a speck of shadow in a room of light, waiting for my turn to have my time to shine. I am a broken, dirtied mirror placed in a tarnished emas frame that needs to be cleaned; I do not want to be replaced atau repaired, only cleaned. I simply want to be cleaned and placed upon the dinding with the other, pure mirrors, even if it costs me standing out. I just want to be able to be in the crowd without being rejected. Why will anda not place me with the others? Why do anda hide me away in a storage closet? Am I simply 'not good enough' for you? If that is what anda think, then let me ask anda this... Why do anda think I exist, and why do anda think anda exist? We are equals, no matter what anda say. We are living people who need cinta and attention to feel like we fit in. If anda gain your acceptance, then where is mine? It matters not how long I wait, I will be accepted some day, some where, some time... and one hari I will shine. One hari I will be the most respected piece in the gallery; one hari I will be amongst the famous and priceless. I am not a mistake; I am a pure diamond hidden in the ashes and soot. People may look over me, thinking that I am only coal on the outside, but on the inside, I am a diamond hidden in the rough.
Tell me, what is wrong with the odd one? Do anda not consider the odd one a person? Even if they are lebih kind and considering that anda are? If anda are one who is stuck up, anda may sit upon your rich throne, thinking anda are high and mighty, but what will anda do when the 'odd' comes in and is lebih caring than anda are? Will anda immediately cease calling them a person just because anda think they are strange without looking at what good they have done? If so, then anda are lebih of a monster than I could ever be.
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For all of anda out there who feel like anda are lost in the shadows, what are anda doing? Are anda simply staying in the shadows and letting yourself feel like anda are different and not of this world such as I have? atau do anda look for the light while anda are lost in the darkness like I have as well? If anda can not find the light to make anda feel better, anda make the light. Let your family and those dear to anda be your fuel, and let anda accepting your differences and who anda are be the spark that lights the flame.
I berkata I felt as though I was the cold-blood amongst the warm-bloods. I berkata I feel as though I am staring through a broken and tainted glass. I berkata I do not feel as though I am from your world; I berkata I felt that I didn't fit in with the people in your own little world. I berkata that if I were to step into your crystal lake, I would pollute the limpid water; but let me ask anda this, is your lake crystal in reality, atau is it idealized in your own mind and fake reality; would I be polluting it atau bringing anda back to reality? I also berkata that sometimes I felt numb and I needed the danger to feel my jantung beat. What do anda think I meant honestly oleh that? Did I mean that I felt disconnected from the world and needed to feel like a person, atau did I mean that I want to feel the danger to make me feel alive like a person? Hm.
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All the outcasts. All the odd people. All the frowned and look down upon. I can see you, and I can hear you. anda are not invisible to me, just like how anda are not invisible to the world; anda may only think that not a living soul pays attention to anda as anda cry yourself to sleep. anda may feel stuck on the outside; thinking that anda are damaged and broken beyond repair. anda know what? anda are not so far that someone cannot reach you. anda are not so far that someone cannot membungkus, bungkus anda in their embrace and tell anda everything is okay. Can anda believe me? Can anda trust me when I tell anda that everything anda see about yourself is not what I see? anda have my attention; there's no need to hurt and pain yourself for attention. Let the prejudice atau judging people be the beautiful lights in the city; we shall rise above them as bright, beautiful neon signs in a night sky, and those who accept us and cinta us for who we are shall rise above with us. anda are special, no matter what anda think anda are. If someone tells anda that anda are a cursed atau evil species, prove them wrong oleh proving that anda are a beautiful diamond while they are simply a tarnished piece of gold. If someone tells anda that anda are a nerd atau a geek, tampil them that anda might just be the scientist who makes the cure that cures the plague. Let all of the outcasts fly with me and come to a place where we can be diverse and appreciate each other without putting each other down; even if this world exists only in our minds, we will find a way to be who we are without fears of being struck down.
Your smallest whisper... I can hear it. Let your voice be heard. Be who anda are, not what the world expects anda to be. anda do not think anda are good enough to the world to anyone in the world? Nonsense, anda are a bright diamond in my eyes. anda are a treasure, a perfect one at that. anda may have had a rough ride, but do not let that change who anda are, and who anda are is a unique individual. anda are lebih than just a face, lebih than just a name, and lebih than just the hurtful labels that the hypocrites around anda might give. anda are more, anda are a beauty. anda are a treasure, and anda are NOT alone.
Take it from me, a man who has faired many reactions and various treatments due to who I am. anda are a unique person and anda do not deserve to have the dirt and grime of the world thrown upon your delicate frame that holds you. Is your frame old, tarnished, polished, new, atau anything else? It does not matter; anda are as equal as the others around you.
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The Hatred and Evil was as blacken as coal. The Uncertainty was sandy and unclear. The Happiness golden. The Isolation was a lonely blue. The Sole Lie was as clear and as see-through as a white ice. The Socialness was a perky orange. The Laughter was a radiating green. The Serious brought a gloomy shade of grey. Above all, the Mixture of Good and Bad traits was a clear prism that cast all the warna of a beautiful pelangi and a shadowy gloom; the one holding the prism decided which warna they wanted to cast. Which one are you?
In the end, are we not all a stained glass portrait? We are either made in bright, happy warna with a beautiful picture, atau we are a gloomy, dark picture with dark and depressing colors. Or, no, wait. Perhaps we are all works in progress, just waiting to bloom and reveal who were truly are inside."
~Alric Maximilian Faust
It's a feeling that will creep upon anda without a warning. A feeling of difference. A painful feeling. A sharp blow to wake your psyche from its peaceful slumber; a blow that can crush atau cripple a person and their emotions. anda feel distant; anda feel as if anda are a domba lost from its herd; anda feel like a ship lost at sea. anda feel like anda are drifting further and further away from the world; anda feel like anda are drowning, and anda feel as though everyone would turn away rather than throw a life ring to you, atau even dive in to save you. anda feel like anda are the darkness hidden in the corner in a room filled with glistening lights.
For myself, I have very different thoughts. I feel like a cold-blooded animal amongst warm-bloods. I may look the same as the selanjutnya man, but on the inside, I feel like I am burning. anda see the world through a glass window, just as bright and as clean as it could possibly be; pure and full of hope. All I see when I look through that window is stained, cracked glass, tainted oleh my place in this world and my warring emotional insides. anda are looking in on the world through that pure window, watching in delight and happiness as people come to anda with a smile; I watch through my window as people turn their backs and walk away. I feel like I cannot see myself; I feel as though I do not see myself. Oh no, I only see a worn man with tears staining his face in the large crack that runs down the middle of the window; I do not see the world, I only see my broken spirit.
I do not feel like I am of your world. I do not feel like I have a place in your world. I only feel like I have the ugly feelings that tether me to reality; who I really am in the flesh. If I were to step into your mirror, atau if I were to step into your crystal-clear lake so full of life, I would merely pollute the limpid water and it would become tainted... Just like my body. Just like my species. Just like my mind. Just like my uncontrollable 'bloodlust', as anda call it.
Sometimes I need the danger. I need the danger just to know that my jantung can beat. I feel numb sometimes; numb as in I do not feel as though my body is truly working anymore. Feeling my jantung beat pulsing is one of the only things that reminds me that I am not numb and that I am still a living person and not the... monster that anda believe me to be; the monster that anda claim for me to be. Seeing my blood flow is another way that I know I am living, though my blood is just as cold and as clear as ice instead of the dark, warm crimson red that resides in a normal person. If anda examine me atau were to take me apart, will anda find the differences? atau will anda ignore the differences and call me person who fits in with the rest of the crowd?
I can see right through anda as if anda were an ice sculpture, so pure and clear. However, can anda see through me? Am I a clear ice to you, am I a blank canvas yet to be touched, atau am I a cracked window soiled with years of dirt and grime that prevents anda from seeing into me? Take your pick, choose wisely your response. It will either amuse me atau damage me, mind you.
I think of myself in these ways from hari to day, especially when I am amongst the 'normal'. However, I smile, and I laugh, and I play. I know who I am and I know what I am, even if I do not feel like I do at times. I am but a speck of shadow in a room of light, waiting for my turn to have my time to shine. I am a broken, dirtied mirror placed in a tarnished emas frame that needs to be cleaned; I do not want to be replaced atau repaired, only cleaned. I simply want to be cleaned and placed upon the dinding with the other, pure mirrors, even if it costs me standing out. I just want to be able to be in the crowd without being rejected. Why will anda not place me with the others? Why do anda hide me away in a storage closet? Am I simply 'not good enough' for you? If that is what anda think, then let me ask anda this... Why do anda think I exist, and why do anda think anda exist? We are equals, no matter what anda say. We are living people who need cinta and attention to feel like we fit in. If anda gain your acceptance, then where is mine? It matters not how long I wait, I will be accepted some day, some where, some time... and one hari I will shine. One hari I will be the most respected piece in the gallery; one hari I will be amongst the famous and priceless. I am not a mistake; I am a pure diamond hidden in the ashes and soot. People may look over me, thinking that I am only coal on the outside, but on the inside, I am a diamond hidden in the rough.
Tell me, what is wrong with the odd one? Do anda not consider the odd one a person? Even if they are lebih kind and considering that anda are? If anda are one who is stuck up, anda may sit upon your rich throne, thinking anda are high and mighty, but what will anda do when the 'odd' comes in and is lebih caring than anda are? Will anda immediately cease calling them a person just because anda think they are strange without looking at what good they have done? If so, then anda are lebih of a monster than I could ever be.
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For all of anda out there who feel like anda are lost in the shadows, what are anda doing? Are anda simply staying in the shadows and letting yourself feel like anda are different and not of this world such as I have? atau do anda look for the light while anda are lost in the darkness like I have as well? If anda can not find the light to make anda feel better, anda make the light. Let your family and those dear to anda be your fuel, and let anda accepting your differences and who anda are be the spark that lights the flame.
I berkata I felt as though I was the cold-blood amongst the warm-bloods. I berkata I feel as though I am staring through a broken and tainted glass. I berkata I do not feel as though I am from your world; I berkata I felt that I didn't fit in with the people in your own little world. I berkata that if I were to step into your crystal lake, I would pollute the limpid water; but let me ask anda this, is your lake crystal in reality, atau is it idealized in your own mind and fake reality; would I be polluting it atau bringing anda back to reality? I also berkata that sometimes I felt numb and I needed the danger to feel my jantung beat. What do anda think I meant honestly oleh that? Did I mean that I felt disconnected from the world and needed to feel like a person, atau did I mean that I want to feel the danger to make me feel alive like a person? Hm.
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All the outcasts. All the odd people. All the frowned and look down upon. I can see you, and I can hear you. anda are not invisible to me, just like how anda are not invisible to the world; anda may only think that not a living soul pays attention to anda as anda cry yourself to sleep. anda may feel stuck on the outside; thinking that anda are damaged and broken beyond repair. anda know what? anda are not so far that someone cannot reach you. anda are not so far that someone cannot membungkus, bungkus anda in their embrace and tell anda everything is okay. Can anda believe me? Can anda trust me when I tell anda that everything anda see about yourself is not what I see? anda have my attention; there's no need to hurt and pain yourself for attention. Let the prejudice atau judging people be the beautiful lights in the city; we shall rise above them as bright, beautiful neon signs in a night sky, and those who accept us and cinta us for who we are shall rise above with us. anda are special, no matter what anda think anda are. If someone tells anda that anda are a cursed atau evil species, prove them wrong oleh proving that anda are a beautiful diamond while they are simply a tarnished piece of gold. If someone tells anda that anda are a nerd atau a geek, tampil them that anda might just be the scientist who makes the cure that cures the plague. Let all of the outcasts fly with me and come to a place where we can be diverse and appreciate each other without putting each other down; even if this world exists only in our minds, we will find a way to be who we are without fears of being struck down.
Your smallest whisper... I can hear it. Let your voice be heard. Be who anda are, not what the world expects anda to be. anda do not think anda are good enough to the world to anyone in the world? Nonsense, anda are a bright diamond in my eyes. anda are a treasure, a perfect one at that. anda may have had a rough ride, but do not let that change who anda are, and who anda are is a unique individual. anda are lebih than just a face, lebih than just a name, and lebih than just the hurtful labels that the hypocrites around anda might give. anda are more, anda are a beauty. anda are a treasure, and anda are NOT alone.
Take it from me, a man who has faired many reactions and various treatments due to who I am. anda are a unique person and anda do not deserve to have the dirt and grime of the world thrown upon your delicate frame that holds you. Is your frame old, tarnished, polished, new, atau anything else? It does not matter; anda are as equal as the others around you.
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The Hatred and Evil was as blacken as coal. The Uncertainty was sandy and unclear. The Happiness golden. The Isolation was a lonely blue. The Sole Lie was as clear and as see-through as a white ice. The Socialness was a perky orange. The Laughter was a radiating green. The Serious brought a gloomy shade of grey. Above all, the Mixture of Good and Bad traits was a clear prism that cast all the warna of a beautiful pelangi and a shadowy gloom; the one holding the prism decided which warna they wanted to cast. Which one are you?
In the end, are we not all a stained glass portrait? We are either made in bright, happy warna with a beautiful picture, atau we are a gloomy, dark picture with dark and depressing colors. Or, no, wait. Perhaps we are all works in progress, just waiting to bloom and reveal who were truly are inside."
~Alric Maximilian Faust
NAME: jeruk, orange the Hedgehog
GENDER: Male
POWERS: He can control fire, he can control ice, he can control electricity, he can control earth, he has super-speed, he can fly, he is super-strong and he is invincible
GIRLFRIENDS: Every girl in the series
LOOKS: An jeruk, orange hedgehog with black eyes
BACKSTORY: His hometown was destroyed oleh Eggman so now he wants revenge on him
SUPER FORM: His super form is darker jeruk, orange and he still has black eyes and ALL THE POWERS IN THE WORLD!!!OMG!!
HYPER FORM: His hyper form is exactly like his Super Form except he is neon orange
DARKSPINE FORM: His super form with white stripes and no pupils
DARK FORM: The same as his Darkspine form
WEREHOG FORM: He is exactly like Sonics’ except orange
GENDER: Male
POWERS: He can control fire, he can control ice, he can control electricity, he can control earth, he has super-speed, he can fly, he is super-strong and he is invincible
GIRLFRIENDS: Every girl in the series
LOOKS: An jeruk, orange hedgehog with black eyes
BACKSTORY: His hometown was destroyed oleh Eggman so now he wants revenge on him
SUPER FORM: His super form is darker jeruk, orange and he still has black eyes and ALL THE POWERS IN THE WORLD!!!OMG!!
HYPER FORM: His hyper form is exactly like his Super Form except he is neon orange
DARKSPINE FORM: His super form with white stripes and no pupils
DARK FORM: The same as his Darkspine form
WEREHOG FORM: He is exactly like Sonics’ except orange