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Lyrics: "Strife" Skin filled, with oak and blunt Words from your lips Oh you know what a girl wants Dull diamond, thick air I'm searching but my love isn't here Poetry: "Sentiment" Touch and grab Remember the lost Smoke fades into an orange sunrise Spawned from sin and sentiment Searching Earth for its demons Their false hearts to hate Their poisoned blood to spill Maybe to find everything wrong with the world, We just need a mirror You pile my memories with dust, In an attic so the devil can't reach up -- -- and touch the golden times due to rest and corruption Perhaps it's simply time to go Forget all the good things So I can see that light is gone; Up in the clouds and there's none on Earth See the bad, see that with me here, With me here and you dead Green grass on Earth Are just beds of our graves here Heavensent your sentiment, But it can't save us Story: Ten Pledge I had never met a person as inhuman and insensitive as him. A stoic and continuously boiling pot of fury and indifference. I always had to watch my step, make sure to not step on the potholes around his feelings; the ones sure to set him off. No one was ever ready for an explosion like his. I'd seen it once, someone was harassing his sister and the end was all bloody flesh and jail bars. It was another observation; he didn't care what people said about him, but his family was a different story altogether. Maybe that was the reason, the answer to how he could simultaneously be so uncaring and so easy to set off. This was different. His eyes weren't one of the devil, nor one of a zoned out brainiac who had nothing on his mind but the solutions to the worksheets. His eyes were different than I'd ever seen them before; open, vulnerable, and afraid. That's what it was, I had never seen him afraid. Music: Don't listen to this http://lstn.to/2Hwc
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The reason I write is to be felt and feel others. I feel like if all we ever think about is the thousands of ways that we're different, we might forget that we're all connected and therefore; cease to be connected. Things like happiness and heartbreak, pain and love, we all go through them. No matter what language we speak or what color we are, or our gender, or our sexual preferences. We're just people. All of us.
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