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 Dec 2018
Iska
You stick us all together
And declare we are the same
As if we all don’t have a different
Tolerance to pain
Dry
.
It
is
true,
you are
totally right.
I'm as dry as
a desert, I'm a dead
empty land. I used to be
a  jungle  when  the  clouds
where by my side, and now that
they are gone, my trees, my dreams
they dried and died. Because of this,
nothing grows inside of me, there is
only silence and despair. I can't feel
what  I  write,  I  barely  feel alive
I want to feel human again
Oh god, I really miss
the rain
Es frustrante tener  las palabras pero no el tiempo y luego tener el tiempo y no recordar las palabras
 Dec 2018
Erin Johnson
We could be free
Isn't that what you want?
To be free?
 Dec 2018
Nylee
Increase
add more
what is there
is so less.

it is endless
little still
extra need
more to feed
up to greed

no way to rid
there is a thirst
countless prayers
many faces
every day
ending with empty hands

all the resources
forces
on the toes
evolving
multiplying the lives
depleting what is left
it will end
all has been said.
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