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People are janitors. We try to keep our lives clean, but it always goes back to ruins. We try to clean up the lives of others, Only to find that we can't do anything. And that we probably hurt them. And that we probably messed their lives and ours. We try to clean our hearts. It's broken. It's shattered. It's muddy after a day outside, playing in a storm of tears. Yet, we always fail, don't we? Thinking that maybe tomorrow is the day it washes itself. We try to clean the world. This organization promises cleanliness in Africa. That organization promises cleanliness in Asia. But is any cleaning really done? For every ten fundraisers started, I hear one semi-succeed in its job. Yet, we believe that we can clean the world. It's true, we could. But we're too busy cleaning our own hearts, aren't we?
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Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 12:50 AM UTC
winter-silk
We Are Janitors.
People are janitors. We try to keep our lives clean, but it always goes back to ruins. We try to clean up the lives of others, Only to find that we can't do anything. And that we probably hurt them. And that we probably messed their lives and ours. We try to clean our hearts. It's broken. It's shattered. It's muddy after a day outside, playing in a storm of tears. Yet, we always fail, don't we? Thinking that maybe tomorrow is the day it washes itself. We try to clean the world. This organization promises cleanliness in Africa. That organization promises cleanliness in Asia. But is any cleaning really done? For every ten fundraisers started, I hear one semi-succeed in its job. Yet, we believe that we can clean the world. It's true, we could. But we're too busy cleaning our own hearts, aren't we?
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And she just wanted a little sunshine Among this obscence malodorous mud. She just wanted to hide in sun rays From this dirtiness, from this crud. And she just wanted to be joyful. She wanted to laugh but not in hysterics, That rippling laughter would wink with a smile. She wanted a gladness, and no mysteries. She also wanted a lot of snow, So white, so huge, with snow banks! But you found nothing better than damage all! Aren’t you people? There’s nothing sacred! And she just wanted a little happiness. You were so stingy, and she would have shared. She didn’t have grunge for you, she didn’t have meanness… At the beginning… Look, what you’ve achieved that! Look, what you’ve turned the angel into. She walks without the sun through the mud. She’s lost, but she isn’t humiliated. Why have you done all that to her, my God?! All that she wanted was little sunshine, A little warmth and simple happiness. And you thought that it was ****** and silly. You tore her soul to pieces! You’re merciless! Torn to shreads, appalled and pained, She still walks because she’s alive. And you keep on spill all with mud, Without seeing her, burn up and deprive.
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May 25, 2025
May 25, 2025 at 4:30 PM UTC
LoveMelody
She just wanted a little sunshine
And she just wanted a little sunshine Among this obscence malodorous mud. She just wanted to hide in sun rays From this dirtiness, from this crud. And she just wanted to be joyful. She wanted to laugh but not in hysterics, That rippling laughter would wink with a smile. She wanted a gladness, and no mysteries. She also wanted a lot of snow, So white, so huge, with snow banks! But you found nothing better than damage all! Aren’t you people? There’s nothing sacred! And she just wanted a little happiness. You were so stingy, and she would have shared. She didn’t have grunge for you, she didn’t have meanness… At the beginning… Look, what you’ve achieved that! Look, what you’ve turned the angel into. She walks without the sun through the mud. She’s lost, but she isn’t humiliated. Why have you done all that to her, my God?! All that she wanted was little sunshine, A little warmth and simple happiness. And you thought that it was ****** and silly. You tore her soul to pieces! You’re merciless! Torn to shreads, appalled and pained, She still walks because she’s alive. And you keep on spill all with mud, Without seeing her, burn up and deprive.
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