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Some will never know the joy but only the end
they'll never see the light when the light has dimmed
their voices block their sense of humanity with discrimination
their eyes mistaken by their own devilish creations
the sense of sanity escapes and is replaced with darkness
they feel like a free fall in their own demise
they only ask "why" and "why me"
No, no one is chosen, but by others decisions
No one will know how much their words could affect the mind
how much the heart will take till its hurt
how much it'll take till their lies become out reality
it's quiet sad
I thought God made us all equal
But some believe above the sky and they soar above the clouds
but they'll meet a cruel fate with the ground.
- AAS Original-
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I write poems, I express how I feel that way; I know I'm not much but I am still here. And even tho' I've been broken to the point of where insanity and sanity almost seemed alike, I'm still here. I recover everyday and make it threw, I'll help the weak and heal the wounded. If you ever need someone to talk to I'll be here with open arms.
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