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A child holds his father's hand
His little hands holding on to bigger ones
He is scared..
So young
Yet having to face such stuff..
As natural disaster

Having to go to school
And being as innocent as possible
Loving everything
But things change..
And so do people

Everyone I know
Has turned
Finding every possible chance
To take his/her revenge
Murdering in cold blood

But being innocent isn't the way to live
So I changed
And now..
I am *different
No-one from my family was hurt.. Fortunately.

Fictional, of course.  =)
You know
who would like
to suffer with me?

*No-one
I have no clue why I would write this... Maybe to show the best proverb wrong??!?
As I watched the morning sun ascend over the horizon of the Earth, you were there.

As we traveled to a new world, to leave a home we once knew, you were there.

As we joined a band of wind instruments to carry on the sound, you were there.

As I separated from consciousness, those very nights, you were there.

As we dreamed many dreams, but I dreamed of you. You were there.
This poem is not by SirB. It is by a common folk, expressing the feelings of love and wisdom, that a premature man and women would feel.

His poem is by my friend, he wanted to give me a poem as a surprise, guess he posted it here. Lol!
We locked eyes with each other
And you knew
That something had changed..
You were in love
Just a poem, at a camp so expect nothing but a poem at 5 am in the morning EST.
Nothing else to say so....

Pax man!
Live long
God please forgive me
for I have sinned
a many of them
Lies to genuine believers
Immortality rises in my mind
I go blind
Black outs and faded nights
Heart beats hard and fast
Mind spins from that beer in the glass
Morals have been confused
Take me back to that girl who didn't abuse
Take me back please god take me back
Eyes melt into a thousand disappointed atoms of my self worth
This is my life and I have treated it wrongly
Thank you for the pain
To teach me the blessing of not abusing my body
I am not addicted
but afflicted by the fake smiles I gain
From altering my mind with substance not kind
A poison to make me feel this way now
A poison I diagnose myself with
It felt better without all of this
I should reap what I've done
I gracefully won the battle of challenge
My mind still aches
tummy is okay
Peace of mind
draw me back in please
Beggars on her knees
This is me
Praying for the sun to uplift me on it's own
Not to need my soul removed
Not to need something to make me smile
It was a fake grin
Filled with sin
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