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I see you, and yet your not there.
I here your voice that go’s unheard.
They say you don’t exist, but you so clear.
The moon weeps, and now I know.
For me you are there, but for other you are never.
With it I can see.
The moon weeps, but not for me.
It tears unseen, its cries unheard.
Tomorrow will come but not for me.
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You hate me, for I lack what you have.
But what if I lack what was never there?
Then we would be equal!
But of course this can never be.
equality, a lie, to be equal.
will never
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A little girl walked to school one day to find her friends already playing. She stood
wordlessly, and watch them pass a ball about. They ran and frolicked, and
jumped with glee. With out even a word passed her way. As silently as she came
she turned and left.
In the school she went down turning halls, and up twisting stairs. To the highest
point she could find. Here she sat near a window facing her friends down below.
She removed a book from her bag. Its cover was black, and lacked a title. She
opened it, its pages were blank, and began to write a story.
Many years came, and passed, her friends had all gone on to different schools.
Some stayed in contact with one another, but as they grew so did the distance
between them. The friendship that had meant so much years ago, had all but
vanished, But the little girl always remained.
One day a teacher approached the little girl, and asked her why she wasn’t
playing outside with her friends. The little girl dropped her pencil, and looked up
at the teacher with a smile.
The unity between friends will never last, but in my story it can last forever.
The little girl picked her pencil up, and began to write once more. The teacher
walked off still astonished to hear such words from a child. She was almost out
the room when she turned, and faced the little girl.
Your right friendship doesn’t last, but it will also never die. For every persons life
you touch a part of them you take as they take a part of you. New friends will
come, old ones will leave, but that part will always be yours. Yours to keep, it
helps unite us, it helps make us one.
The little girl closed her book, and then she vanished. The teacher walked closer
to the desk, but found only dust. The book still laid atop the desk. The teacher
picked it up, and began to read its story. She cried while reading, she cried at the
end. The story of a child who’s life had come to an end.
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help me I scream.
Unanswered I run.
The sky ablaze.
My life torn.
Uprooted.
Ash all around.
To my knees I fall.
My cries unheard.
The world ablaze.
Around me I see.
Not fire but hate.
Not ash but greed.
Let it burn.
I scream.
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you say that I am wrong.
That my ideals are a misconception.
“Na” I say
for you are wrong.
But then, you say the same.
This circumlocution gets no were.
I am the right one, but yet, you still persist.
Fine the answer I will show
not with words
the knife knows no such bonds!
now who is wrong?
I ask.
Respond less is the wind.
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Never knowing, but always wanting.
Never seeing, but always looking.
The clouded sky.
The wind blown trees.
Not every thing is what it seems
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She came to me.
So far, yet so near.
I knew her face, I knew her voice,
but who she was a mystery.
I found my self wordless.
I found my self without fear.
Her face forgot in, her voice unknown.
And then I knew.
Broken.
The mirror shatters.
Each shard a piece of me.
Each reflected memories.
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At first I thought the pain was brought on by the wounds I inflict.
But with every cut I knew.
With every cut I felt.
And with every cut I understood.
The pain is not brought on by the wound, for the pain has always been there.
Seeded by those who sought to hurt me.
And now I know, something much more.
Something that cant be told, but felt.
I’ll make them understand.
I’ll make them feel.
And when im done, they’ll wish they were dead.
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For you, my tail unknown.
My existence was never.
For those who know.
My existence was true.
For my tail to be recorded.
My existence will be eternal.
To be forgotten is death.
To be remembered is immortal.
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Im a reflection.
Not of my self.
But who I wish to be.
This one so far.
My own understanding.
Physically I am.
But mentally I am not.
My ideals to become.
If only it could.
Shattered.
A reflection no longer.
But my self.
If only It could.
Excepted by others.
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