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Song of Eärendil"Eärendil was a mariner / that tarried in Arvernien; / he built a boat of timber felled

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DadHonestly / I can't sleep / Haven't slept for weeks,

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Everyone is a person too.I care too much. About people. All people. The world. I understand too much. I understand why people say the things they do and why they hurt other people so very badly and why they think the way they do. I feel compassion for others no matter what they do. I love too much and too easily and too deeply. I love the world and all of the people in it. I see it so broken and all the things wrong with our world and it HURTS. It hurts so very very badly. There is a hole in my chest that is never filled and all the hurt and hatred and senseless violence, all of the killing and dying and hurting that happens every single day, it hurts. It hurts me so much. / I feel that I have to do something, I have to show people that we are all just people. That yes your neighbor may have a different opinion, or race, or gender, or financial situation, or ****** orientation, or whatever, than you, but in the end, we are all just people. / People, with all our differences and faults and strengths and little nuances and opinions and thoughts and emotions and friends and family and lives, all the things that make us so different from everyone else and all the things that make us the same, in the end, we are all just people. We are all human. We all have thoughts of our own. Feelings of our own. Lives of our own that others may come in and out of but where we ourselves are the only constant. We are the only ones who have lived our whole lives. We are the only ones who could ever explain why we hate a certain song or food or place or group or person. We are the only ones with the memories that trigger emotions. Some that we'd rather forget. Some that we avoid like a raging bear. Others that we smile at. Others that we seek. Others that we find reasons and people to remember.

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Sonnet: Julian Slade LoomisYour arms and legs are strong as a grizzly bear / Your eyes reflect your loving, tender heart / To love one so broken, yes I do dare

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Something that makes no senseis there any reason for this life / is there any point to this strife / what the hell are you waiting around for

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Beautiful, Loving, Words to Me.“You are Beautiful” / “You are Gorgeous” / “You are so sweet”

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All The Times BeforeThere is this *thing* / that comes / in the night.

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I Cant' Go On....I'm / so / tired.

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******** Everything / there’s no rhyme or reason to it / no telling for why it happens

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UntitledI thought **You** of all people would / Be there. / But

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