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He looked at her and asked " and who are you to decide the fate of all of thoughts in pain?"
  "I am the one who has felt there pain, how they are more stubborn than a charging bull, or the hole they swear that is there instead of a beating heart.

I feel everything they feel that is why I can decide there fate, because I have felt there pain, there loss, there love, there hope, there anger, because I am them, there mothers, there friends, ever face they have ever seen. I am everything so there fate is mine.
Bring on the media bombardment
of personality based self-help
groups and
get connected to the electricity,
eye meditating, colorful journey.

A ****** cliche and innuendo  
to repress your inquisitiveness.

Responsible figures on the Black show;
White ***** on the other.

© S. Wesley Mcgranor
http://youtu.be/AsVqAYnpJCw
Reluctant
or aloof gestapo.

Peers
look shocked,
or... waited apathy.

As they jubilantly run off
to implement the last resort.

© S. Wesley Mcgranor
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mass_suicides_in_1945_Nazi_Germany#mediaviewer/File:Leipzigsuicide.jpg
I think of how you put me on my knees.
     Begging for you to love me.
You touch my face the way you always do.
     Trail your thumb along my lips.
Its a different type of  love you have for me.
     The kind that breaks a heart into millions of pieces.
The kind that would wipe the tears of my cheeks
     But will never understand they are the cause.
--
I know you will do anything for me.
     But love? No.
I could never ask you for that.
A part of me thinks you already know how I feel
   But you have chosen to look into my eyes
and ignore the pain that haunts my Iris's.

I dont blame you.
     How could anyone love someone like me?
Some one who falls in love with a person
     who will never love them back.
  
I'll just keep it to myself.
I have no choice.
My tears will turn silent.
My heart will eventually catch up to my mind.
and I'll learn to accept the silence.

The silence that is with out you.
Sunrise.
Sunset.
Night and day.

Birth.
Death.
Beginning and end.

Why can't you see
That the ending
Holds just as much beauty

As the opening
Of the enormous play on stage
That is life.
Both beginning and ending are necessary.
The circle of life.
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