when I am writing I want to tell a story. sometimes thoses stories are not what the mind wants to read. but I want the heart to be forced to feel.
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paramed­ic 1: "young girl age 17, fought out to be, way more then she was meant to be"
  silence fills the ambulance
paramedic 2: "has a few open wounds around the eyes, mouth and even missing a tooth"
  the girl moves her finger
paramedic 1: "it's a sign"
paramedic 2: "yeah she's breathing but that doesn't mean she's alive, you can tell by her eyes. she has lost her sparkel".
paramedic 1: "she must have been here before cause she's fighting, even when she's already gone....she's still trying".
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I have a strong interest
Not in seeing but Understanding.
Darkness cannot make me feel
You any less that what you are,
As long as my hand is grazing your lips
I don't need to fathom your words.

You could recite prayers and I would never
See god for I was looking straight at You,
Hands apart.

I've never had expensive jewelry and
With you as armor shielding my eyes,
I understand how the mad devote their lives
To a Diamond displaying a sparkel
But I still need to hold it to really
Know it Shines