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 May 2014 N0thing
amrutha
I believe in magic
I have faith in the insane
Everything is real to me
I believe in the impossible
Because my mind is a crazy place
Beyond humanity's imagination
Everything is real to me
Because I know how real yet unreal I am.
Let your children go explore.
School does not teach a kid nearly as
much as a romp through the woods
or a foreign exchange.
Meeting new people and finding inner peace must become priorities in life if you want your kids to be happy.
Try telling that to them while giving them worksheets.
Open their minds.
First and foremost, give them some
autonomy to roam.
This will ultimately make them happy.
Your kids will never be happy with just worksheets.
Depression.
We, as a society,
should step back
and evaluate this word.

What are we doing
that causes people
to cut themselves
or throw themselves
off of bridges?

Are we really so selfish
as to overlook these people?

They are fighting a battle
that we can't even fathom
playing out in their heads.
The casualties, the blood,
everything is real to them.

I will continue to utter,
"We must help"
until it becomes a roar
of people demanding
to give them a second thought.

We must help them.

No more lives should
slip through the cracks.
Sometimes we speak more
with our eyes
than with our mouths.
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