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How Tragic Is A Life Cut Short An Ember put out before the Warmth is felt A Light in the World that shines Never More, Why do You feel the Need The Unperishable desire that can only be Quenched, When Your Light goes out We tell You that People Care But do We not realize You do not See that, You See Only that Dreadful Need To be Lonely is a Curious Thing, The Days are Long and Empty The Nights are full of Shadows and Unescapable Demons Torment. Dread. Damnation. Ever Flowing Near I do Not speak of Those whose Live On, But of Those Who Make The Hardest Choice, The Only Choice To Fight is to Suffer Tooth. Nail. Tears. Better to Not? Why add more Suffering? Then, Who can Blame You When the Only Action You have Is to Take Matters In Your Own Hands But You do Not See Cannot See, How this World Mourns The Loss of Light The Brightest, A Life That Means Everything Look. At the Beauty Listen. To the Music Live. For No One Can Live For You, No One Can Replace You. My Greatest Friend, Do You Not See? Life May Seem Pointless, It May Never Seem Like It Will Get Better. But It Must. I Have Felt This. The Encompassing Loathsome Feeling. To Live Is To Feel Pain. Pain Must Not Overcome. Please, Find Me, When The Days Become Unbearable. I Will Be The Stalwart. The Silent. The Confidant. All You Need In The Times When You Need. We Shall Fight This. But Truly, You Shall. For This Light, Your Light, Is My Light, A Mother’s Light, A Daughter’s Light, A Father’s Light, A Son’s Light, A Light To All Would You Deprive Us Of It?
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Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 9:19 PM UTC
How Tragic Is A Life Cut Short
How Tragic Is A Life Cut Short An Ember put out before the Warmth is felt A Light in the World that shines Never More, Why do You feel the Need The Unperishable desire that can only be Quenched, When Your Light goes out We tell You that People Care But do We not realize You do not See that, You See Only that Dreadful Need To be Lonely is a Curious Thing, The Days are Long and Empty The Nights are full of Shadows and Unescapable Demons Torment. Dread. Damnation. Ever Flowing Near I do Not speak of Those whose Live On, But of Those Who Make The Hardest Choice, The Only Choice To Fight is to Suffer Tooth. Nail. Tears. Better to Not? Why add more Suffering? Then, Who can Blame You When the Only Action You have Is to Take Matters In Your Own Hands But You do Not See Cannot See, How this World Mourns The Loss of Light The Brightest, A Life That Means Everything Look. At the Beauty Listen. To the Music Live. For No One Can Live For You, No One Can Replace You. My Greatest Friend, Do You Not See? Life May Seem Pointless, It May Never Seem Like It Will Get Better. But It Must. I Have Felt This. The Encompassing Loathsome Feeling. To Live Is To Feel Pain. Pain Must Not Overcome. Please, Find Me, When The Days Become Unbearable. I Will Be The Stalwart. The Silent. The Confidant. All You Need In The Times When You Need. We Shall Fight This. But Truly, You Shall. For This Light, Your Light, Is My Light, A Mother’s Light, A Daughter’s Light, A Father’s Light, A Son’s Light, A Light To All Would You Deprive Us Of It?
#depression#hope#life
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Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 9:19 PM UTC
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