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silentscreams
silentscreams
15/F/Rwanda Life is a series of consequent ups and downs that can't be prevented; you just gotta put your own power to the pain.
I exist in fragments scattered over years and moments of love, of joy, of pain. In fragments held by people; I hope they need them someday if only a brief remembrance. In fragments lodged in places where I've been or have wished to be, where I loved, I laughed, I cried. In fragments in your heart that I broke myself for. Those fragments I may not find again. I exist in fragments broken but knowing that maybe we all need a fragment of me.
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Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 12:05 PM UTC
the whole Me is Beautiful
You should never hate yourself. You should never sit in a crowded room and feel lonely. You should never feel abandoned in a group of friends. You should never change yourself because of other people's opinions. You should never think you are not enough. Please don't hate yourself. Please don't feel lonely. Please don't feel like an outcast. Please be yourself. Please, you are enough. Please. If you ever think no one loves you, just know that the King of kings, the Lord of lords, loves you so much. But I know sometimes you will feel this way. I understand, but maybe I don't. Just, please. Don't hurt yourself. In any way. Please.
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Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 12:04 PM UTC
Please.
And if we're no longer slaves Why do we lend an ear to the demons' voices? And if  we've been saved, then why do we still believe we're chained? And if we're children of God, why do we care what the devil's prickle Can hurt And if we believe, why don't we thrive? why don't we conquer? For we're slaves no more, For we're powerless no more For we're worthless no more.
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May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 7:21 AM UTC
Slave no more
Glory to you Omnipotent, omnipresent Days are worthy cause you live Fill the empty from up there Adviser in all, from up there Teacher guide us,from above Hear us out ,from down here Everything here's a mess Resting on your arms we long
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May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 4:33 AM UTC
God, Father
Wings stained with longing cries of misfitted sound Melancholy raging deep down Soul the shade of a rainy cloud Yet she wears them proudly With a matching gown and grey halo "These wings are meant to fly,"they say But hey, What are they worth?
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May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 4:13 AM UTC
Black wings
It's more than just a country It's more than just history It's more than what people see Cause they only see a very small portion And what I see, Is the big picture Much more beautiful than all Picasso's artworks For to me, It's mother nature's masterpiece One that keeps on getting prettier with age; How shall I say it , It's an international controversy' It's Rwanda
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Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 9:33 AM UTC
What is pride to you?
Cry till you're dry O troubled soul Cry till the eyelids swell O weary heart. But do it all in that corner Where only shadows live In that corner where your ease belongs Dump it all . Then step out with the heart of a warrior; Head held high, For another day unfolds at the death of the darkness, A day for strength A new breath to take Get up and teach those broken wings how to fly again .
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Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 7:22 PM UTC
Tears flow
you made me smile my eyes twinkled in the dark of the night my heart leapt with delight you made me cry tears ran down my cheeks like crazy you closed my eyes and opened my vision to a whole new world a place where  my dreams were kings where life was a sweet lollipop where there was only victory to devour but - it lasted only a moment it was just for a while
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Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 2:36 AM UTC
just for a while
Everything we'd designed used to fit us both; gorgeously All the songs we'd sung used to sound; perfectly. But look at us now words quenched, faces dismayed; sadly Where are all those castles we'd built; in the air where are all those poems we'd written; in the stars where are all those gardens we'd planted ; with hope And that fire that kept our spirits alive Drifting through the winds of despair is now ashes
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Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 2:54 PM UTC
ashes
My city is cold, The people are cold. The weather is cold too. But, when the seasons change, The city will no longer remain cold, But, the people will.
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Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 3:24 PM UTC
A cold heart, A cold City