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Yet
It's not over for you.
Life will find you something wonderful.
It can't be over for you.
You haven't begun yet.
That is no beginning, love,
To have happiness for but a breath,
And spend all the others gasping like you're drowning.
No,
It's not over for you. You can't die yet:
You haven't lived.
Attributions I cannot give;
ukelele playing,
and unmarked skin.
Life is like a lottery.
There are not many winners!

To have but one winner,
There must be many losers!

The higher the prize,
The more losers!

I dream the dream,
I do so want to win.

But again, not even a free ticket.
Maybe next time!

Are you glad I played?
$$$$ Mr. Winner $$$$
Why can some win multiple times while I can't win at all.
I had a dream once that I was dying.
My blood was seeping out through an ugly wound in my stomach,
Angry red.
And I reached for you, in fear.
I asked you to hold me and lie that you loved me
And you did.
You looked at me with all the tenderness I felt for you,
And I closed my eyes smiling.
But sadly, I closed my eyes to open them
On an empty room, grey with moonlight
And a truth drenched world,
Grey with loss.
Cover me in colors
Light up my world
I'm not so strong anymore

Give me your love
I swear I won't let it fade
I don't feel so good anymore

I'm tied together with a kiss
But if you fade away
I won't be ok anymore

I'm sorry that I need you
I'm sorry that you don't care
I'm sorry that I'm coming undone

I can't help it anymore.
I agree, my life will not affect the outcome of history.
I agree, my death will not affect international relations.
My job, they can replace me in a relative short time.
My family, will do fine without me, as I would want them to.

However, seeing is not always believing, an old cliché,
I can't see what I feel inside me.
Love, hate, loneliness, happiness.
These are all very real.
Although, they are intangibles.

Even more,
What of the wind, and the heat from the sun.
What of the coldness on a clear winter night.

The Tree-of-Life must be what manages all this.
It is Mother Nature, at its best and its worst.
Even the planets and stars are subject to its rule.
The cycle of life & death.

Some unknown event created this amazing cycle
The source of the Mother Nature, the Tree-of-Life
The source of all the various forms of existence.

All that exists of nature comes from God.
It matters not how God is perceived.
Inspired by "I Have Not Climbed To the Top" Written by Ash
My arm tells a story,
I'm too afraid to tell it.

It shows a girl,
With stripes.
How she earned them?
She went through a hard time.
She fell.
Very deep into blackness.

That's my story,
Of how I earned my stripes.
I still am earning them,
Every once in a while.
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