I Want To Cry Because Something Terrible

Though He Does Not Touch Me, He Steadies Me.

Everyone Has To Blame Something For The Way The World Is.

I Belong To The People I Love, And They Belong To Me--they, And The Love And Loyaty I Give Them, Form My Identity Far More Than Any Word Or Group Ever Could.

I'm Not Dauntless - I'm Divergent. I Am Whatever I Choose To Be.

For Me, It Feels Like Driving From Truth Into A Lie, From Adulthood To Childhoold. I Watch The Land Of Pavement And Glass And Metal Turn Into An Empty Field. The Snow Is Falling Softly Now, And I Can Faintly See The City's Skyline Up Ahead, The Buildings Just A Shade Darker Than The Clouds.