If I bleed so much, why do you keep cutting me?The truth will not come out any quicker when the blood spills.This is not your responsibility to dictate the solution.And because you have no patience, there is a constant ache within you.I know it all too well as I have been there before.You need to

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There’s a difference between you and me. Noticing the unfamiliar sounds outside the window,I will remember what you didn’t do for me. My blood to this day bops around inside my heart.I wonder if you can hear it through all the armor,You wear it so well around your head.Back in the days of silver and

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I know your touch. I hear the sounds. I feel my apprehension. I sing the lyrics. I touch the mood. I hide your belongings. I see the sky. I smell the youth. I know your name. I hear the noise. I feel my sin. I sing the glare. I touch the energy. I hide your

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What good can I say about my American generation? We are all grown up and having families of our own.Some of our children have families. How did we become grandmothers and grandparents already?We are not that old.Are we?Please let it not be!My generation got a new box of crayons every year before grade school.When collecting

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No one wants to discuss the darkness this world has to offer, those situations making people scream inside, and when they try to express themselves, no words come out.They are too struck down with fear and maybe contempt for themselves, after a lifetime of an unfitting lifestyle left to the devices of other men and

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from the first cry when it was bornthis was not like him to be so tornthat was not enough to escapehands of this dreadful shapeemotions come out at nightwhat a dreadful slightit could not understand what was insideor see the deadly rot as his guideno one could not have done anything moreto get what we

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