And These Are Mine

 

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graves.

it never occurred to me that these days would end so quickly 

funny how that happens

one second everything is right and everyone is happy

with the blink of an eye it's all come crashing down around me

and i don't know what to do

 

complaining seems useless now

stupid

but it's all i ever did

i regret it so much, i regret the wishes i made for the future 

the future is here and it is an ugly sight

we were a family of friends, but life came and tore us apart

and i don't know what to do

i stand at our graves and mourn

tears fall down my face into the green ground we used to walk

and i want it back so bad

i want it all, the good and the bad, the bad and the good

the times when i thought my mind couldn't take much more

when stress and worry bagged my eyes and corrupted my thoughts

when emotions ran too strong for too long 

but we smiled through it all and held our heads high and laughed and cried

on each others shoulders and lifted each other up and gave hugs when we needed them

we were in this together and now we're not

we're all so far apart even when we're close

and i don't know what to do. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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rage.

do not go gentle, 

a wise man once said

but how gentle they are

and how ungentle i am

 

i am stifled by their contentment with the ordinary

suffocated by their dying thirst of knowledge

'we know not and we refuse to know'

 

but 

i

will

know.

 

i will know all that i can know in this great world

i will travel across seas and nations

i will speak with the lesser and those above

 

you cannot gather empathy within yourself 

without looking beyond yourself

 

the world is so much larger than your own mind 

expand

grow 

learn

 

i will not go gentle

i was born to be extraordinary

and i will not be silenced

threatened by my knowledge you may be

 but i will not be silenced

 

i promise, i promise,

i will not go gentle. 

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a moment.

everything is wrong

why even bother

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no, not yet enough.

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voices of the hurt.

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the less than.

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something, something.

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blood bath.

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a letter to 2015.

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second chances.

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closing remarks.

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