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it's always darkest before the dawn
but it's not even midnight
The truth is that
We are finite
One life we have to live
To fill the world
With love and light
Not tarnish it with hate


The truth is that
We are human
Each and every one
So teach the next generation
To do better than we’ve done
The truth is that this poem could probably never really be finished as there are so many messages that need to be sent to the world and words will never be enough
Sometimes I want to hurt,
Myself so I can feel,
The pain that unto others,
I so easily deal.

Sometimes I want to hurt,
Myself so I can know;
That this pain I feel,
Is no one's but my own

Sometimes I hold the razor,
The needle, or the blade
And want to cut until,
The light begins to fade;

Sometimes I want to hurt,
Myself so I can feel
And know once and for all,
That I will never heal.
But I'm too much of a coward.
they repeated
that your story didn’t matter -
a mantra
they couldn’t calculate
the value of the sun.
wrote this for a friend
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