People
There are those that stand upon the hill
Getting everything yet lusting still
Then there are those upon the ground
Getting nothing making little sound
Upon the hill is laughter and mirth
While upon the ground rarely a smile is found
The hill people waste all
The ground people get none
They pray and hope for their next meal
The power of their will as strong as steel
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gavinbair0
I am a high school student at a small school, I've been through a lot so far throughout my life, but there are three things that I normally write about: I write about the depression that I battle every day and often lose to, and I write about the two women that I've fallen in love with, both of which left, and I'm never going to see either one again. If you like my writings, please e-mail me at [email protected]. It helps to know when people enjoy or relate to the things that I write.
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