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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I’ve been used, to the point where I am, no longer. My faith in God, rising, only getting stronger, for I dream to go and see him, for I can no longer wonder, why I was trapped right here. If I breathe today, who will eternally cry, who will walk away before their tears dry? The only love I desire, the Earth to hold me tight, for there are too many people, I can no longer fight. All I ever tried, was to be at peace. I tried to love, loved until I am deceased. For no matter how hard I tried, it would never cease, could never hate nobody, even if I wished. I need somebody, to be as real, but I feel, that everyone wants to heal, at the expense of my will, which I no longer have. Everyone against me, as I stay silent, for if my words start spilling, these things would turn violent. I still care, about everyone but me, if only one of them cared, I wouldn’t dream to be free. I wouldn’t dream of a white sheet, ending all the agony inside of me. I’d be somewhere, standing with a smile, only if I got to breathe for a little while. But I am surrounded by souls with no eyes, though I scream and yell, why try? They’d only walk by, as I silently cry, perhaps if they needed love, they’d ask me why. If they needed power, they’d sit and shed a tear, I’ll live this life and that is what I truly fear, for every year, the end is getting near. Though I laugh, as I am eternal and here, as someone will need me there, to feel, and I will.
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