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The screams will never stop.
                     The wounds will never heal.
                      The blood will never dry.
                     and for this I am grateful.
                    The dreams will never leave.
                   The memories will always haunt.
                   The tears remain oh so sweet.
                    And for this I am grateful.
                       The scars will remain.
                     The laughs constantly echo.
                      The stories ever flowing.
                     And for this I am grateful.
                     Our names for ever carved.
                      Our love forever shunned.
                        Our touch so brief.
                     And for this I am grateful.
               There are truths that will never be changed.
                There are events that we can never replace.
                       But we have a heart.
                      A heart that can forgive.
                  A heart that can never be lost.
                            And for this.
                           I am grateful.
Its late.
I cant sleep.
My mind wanders.
It searches for you.

Looking for the times.
I spent warm in this bed.
too small for us both.

My memory loves you.
It asks about you all the time.
my heart hates you.
it reminds me in the silence.

That the air is still
the room is quite
my bed is cold.
I am alone.
Its a complete lie that every person has the ability to change the world.
We are told this lie from the day we are born
parents with high hopes
children with big dreams
a world full of people who think others can change the world

Anyone can change the world but everybody else is too lost to try
seems to bee the common chant bubbling up all around us .
just like our impending doom .
thousands of dead things just building up quietly
right under our feet to the tune of the quite chant

everybody else is too lost to try

Its true that not every person has the ability to change the world.

But its also true that someone can.

With in the mobs of lost souls there are sparks.
People with ideas and heart.
People with ****** knuckles and rent.
People with mountains of fear and just enough courage.
People who have this ever standing ability.

am I one of those people?

You will never know unless you **try
for the love of god spread your wings and try.
 Mar 16 Shang
Luna
you say my writing is
beautiful
but you forget that you’re
the one
inspiring it
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