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May the stars never blind you like the vivid city lights,
And never succumb to the shadows of lonely nights,
You’re here for a reason, as we all are, that’s my belief,
I know that life has its cruelties and time is a thief,
But don’t let such things discourage you, rise above it,
Find your place in this world, so live for it and love it,
Always take the chance when it comes to your heart,
Just be yourself and love, for these things set you apart…
-brad
May the stars never blind you like the vivid city lights,
And never succumb to the shadows of lonely nights,
You’re here for a reason, as we all are, that’s my belief,
I know that life has its cruelties and time is a thief,
But don’t let such things discourage you, rise above it,
Find your place in this world, so live for it and love it,
Always take the chance when it comes to your heart,
Just be yourself and love, for these things set you apart…
-brad
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A Child Again
I wish I could be a child again.
Where all I had to worry about
Were skinned knees
And cooties from boys.
I wish I would be a child again.
Where boys ran away from girls
And no one lied.
I wish I could be a child again.
Where parents were devoted
In every part of my life.
I wish I could be a child again.
When there was recess,
And fun and games.
I want to be a child again.
I want the child meant wonder.
I want the never ending hope.
I want loyalty.
I want simplicity.
I want to be a child again.
I want my innocence back.
I want to not have to worry.
I want grades that don't matter
I want time outs to be the worse punishme
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Excuses
He sleeps like a child without a voice. (And she listens like a child who cannot hear.)
He dreams like a stranger on a train. (And she watches like another fixated by his thoughts.)
He sighs like the first whisper of a rainstorm. (And she understands like the eve of the storm.)
He breathes like tomorrow is his last day. (And she reminds him that he will live longer than ever.)
He sings like a bird in the winds of the forest. (And she understands the sweetness of every note.)
He cries like the downpour in the desert. (And she climbs to the ends of the earth to make him smile.)
He loses his way like a deer out of the forest. (And she gui
Literature
I am.
I am.
I am the person who lives.
I am the person who loves.
I am the girl who cries to sleep at night, wishing I could be prettier.
I am the boy who is trying to live up to everyone else's expectations other than my own.
I am the invisible who linger in the hallways.
I am the person who bullies to feel better.
I am the parent who gave up after my child went to jail.
I am the daughter who works at fifteen because my parents can't.
I am the person who is bullied for being different.
I am the person who lives because I don't know what happens after death.
I am the woman who is hit on every day because of my looks, making them more of
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Nice. This would be a good read for suicide prevention.