Carry On

June 3, 2013

Even when the sky is black, And morning will not come, When the sky cries, And the earth dies, One foot after another, We will cary on, Even though you are dead and gone. Our eyes are empty, Our hearts are broken, Yet we shall soldier on. Though blood and grime, Death and crime, We will walk, Waving your banner, You are dead and gone, But your legacy will live on.

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To be honest, There's not much to tell, I'm an everyday girl, Going from day to day, It's all grey, But that's okay, 'Cause that's all there is, Better grey than red, Better grey than dead. 15 and insane. There isn't much to know about me, because there isn't much left of me. I am a writer, an artist, and a dreamer. I am good at being none of the above. You will forget me, I guarantee it. But most of you will never know me so there is nothing to forget.

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