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Mar 2016
Sometimes we feel like it's time to give up.
There's really nothing more to say.
Words have no meaning,
when our spirit has been broken,
and there's no more strength to fight.
People will say,
things will get better, they always do.
But they don't always get better,
sometimes they get worse,
just ask Leelah Alcorn.

The world at times feels like a weapon.
A weapon designed to **** the free spirit,
crush anything different,
non conformity is the enemy,
and it must be hunted and destroyed.

But who makes those rules,
politicians, teachers or churches,
or is it as simple as parents,
too concerned with what neighbors will say.

Whatever the reasons, no matter the cause,
the results in the end are the same.
Another statistic to add to the list,
Another sweet soul lost.

by Lj 2016
Laura J
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Laura J
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