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 Mar 2016 Ugo Victor
NvrMnd
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Have you ever been in a moment?

When you wake up in the morning
You see it all blank
You feel like you’re nothing
Everything has no meaning
Asking yourself ‘why am I here’?
Why am I living but feeling dead
Why am I still here?
Asking what’s the purpose?
The reason for all of this
Then you find no answer
And you want to end it in a click
But you can’t
Because at the same moment
You still want to live
Be one of the braves
Whose still fighting
And you still have hope
That one day in a million days
You’ll find the answer
The reason why you’re in this moment

*Beholding the past
Dying today
And living for tomorrow.
I deleted it before because I think it’s too cliché and of course I’m not the only one who feels depressed at some moment (life is cliché). And I’m too paranoid and scared that someone I know might read it and judge me, that I’m about to take my life or something like I’m crazy.. Well maybe I am depressed that day and it keeps coming over and over and I’m tired.. it makes me crazy… but I still have hope that days would be different and I could be better.

So now here it is -I just need to let it out.
 Mar 2016 Ugo Victor
Aeerdna
religion should be about hope
not putting fear in other people's souls
should be about about peace
not about starting wars
about forgiveness
not about punishing innocent hearts

imagine all the people living life in peace

but how can one do this when bombs are thrown
instead of love
when moms cry
and children die
peace is impossible to be seen
when music dies and we hear only desperate hearts
praying
begging
wondering why.

we have different Gods and rules
our prayers sound different
our holy books are not the same
and
there are many sins in our souls
but
you're not God, nor am I
and none of us should play
the game of washing sins away
with spilled blood
and shed tears.
I feel pain for all the victims of bomb attacks.
Every tick,
my clock drips,
my eyes leak,
with heavy lids.

Yes, I was sick. . .
and they left me,
when I was weak.

The friends I thought,
were for real,
only spend time for chills.

I'm not cool,
but never a fool.
I just want this life's
better piece.

To give me someone
who never kills,
a heart so frail, as me.

A man,
a lifetime friend.
My missing puzzle piece.
That everlasting kiss!

Who could promise:
"  *In sickness and in health with me
  "

But in all of these,
I know, 
God is with me.

" Always giving . . .    
. . . always watching, "

**Making a better backstory.
To my HP friend Arianna Joseph :)
This is her story.
Sweet Breath of Freedom
How I Love Thee
Fearless Flight of Truths own Being
Fully Formed Eternity
A Gift of Presence ...to thy Own Self be True

SHE, who is so many
Perfect in the Voices of all  who speak Her
Dark and Light and Fearless Clear
She does not, her Borders Close

Undefined in Form
Forgiveness unnecessary
Single Eye, that None are other than her Expression
LOVE,  She continues to Fly the Flag Of Many
And  know Joy for the Revelry as Freedom

Happy within Herself,
Unlimited in Her Sharing
Gods True ONE AS ALL

FREEDOM LOVE
Meandering Spark of the Divine
Ignition for the  Life of of Lovers Two
Again and Again,
Each created with her very own Kiss
Awakened Immortal
Mirror of Sharing

Inheritance of a Lovers Knot
Passed thru Generations of Knowing to a Place In Friends Eternal
Loves Great History Undeniable
Freedom, Now Complete in the Gratitude of Sharing
Job Well Done
Mystery of Faith.
Who does not know the Joy of Two friends sharing ? ..Great Loves Each, , at one time....  Centuries End For A New Millenium.... Happy Easter
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