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Fiction informed my compassion Superheroes and story tellers Poets and other daydreamers Were my fellow schemers In restoring and or creating A more humane society The kind of reality I could get in sync with Instead of this current Hateful, political, and religious ******** I wonder why her eyes speaks of melancholia while her work speaks of wisdom Beyond her age? Perhaps, therein lay my answer. It’s unfair that the night gets to be there with you adoring your soul with its silence and beauty. If the mirror reflected my truest nature instead of this annoying shell that everyone seems to think is such an ugly thing, I think I would smile more.
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Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 10:40 PM UTC
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Fiction informed my compassion Superheroes and story tellers Poets and other daydreamers Were my fellow schemers In restoring and or creating A more humane society The kind of reality I could get in sync with Instead of this current Hateful, political, and religious ******** I wonder why her eyes speaks of melancholia while her work speaks of wisdom Beyond her age? Perhaps, therein lay my answer. It’s unfair that the night gets to be there with you adoring your soul with its silence and beauty. If the mirror reflected my truest nature instead of this annoying shell that everyone seems to think is such an ugly thing, I think I would smile more.
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Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 10:40 PM UTC
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