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People are like houses sometimes-dwellings. You never find them completed. Some are foreclosed; deprived & discouraged,. Some are declared condemned; no hope of becoming anything remotely beautiful or something anyone would want. Halfway finished, they come only with a foundation & you're left with a choice. Are you gonna build them up? Or tear them down?
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Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 10:12 PM UTC
Dwellings 6/23/12
The sounds of sadness The cacophony of a disorganized mind. The pulsing heartbeat of the anxious These are the echoes of the mind The tears of depression Bouncing against hard unforgiving concrete The silently searing scars on the subconscious A pain that cannot be beat. These sounds echo all around us Yet it seems we turn an unlistening ear Just because you cannot see the scars Doesn't mean somebody isn't fighting a battle my dear
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Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 12:42 AM UTC
Echoes