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Dec 2015
one day you will open your eyes
open them up and see all the lies
they have shoved down our throats
some people dream of blue sky's and butterfly's
I dream of sleeping pills and cyanide
see people are the problem
people and their words
the things they do
the way they don't see how actions hurt
we are blind to the truth
because we chose what we see
the whole picture might as well be history
and you wonder why your children die
cutting themselves up,
marking their arms with scars made by pointed lies
be honest with them
is the world beautiful
or should they carry a gun even to their own funeral
hurt pain death hope love care suicide honesty funeral blind cutting
Andie May ostrander
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