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Things that grow;
They will never cease
To do so.
But if they become
Things that don’t grow,
They will fail.
Respect is something
Worth growing,
Isn’t it?
Why can’t we live together?
Great movie. Go watch it.
A pen on the paper
Writing our stories
Pouring our hearts out
Consuming our lives
Thoughts shaking,
Hearts breaking,
It tears us apart.
A hasty script,
or a creative novel,
It makes us or breaks us
always overrates us…
6 pages later
I find myself
Face down on the ground,
Having fallen down,
Without a breath left.
But still I rise
from the dirt
To face a false medic
And let the tears fall
The ink has been running
Like water on stone
and the novel is over
We’re rebuilding our home.
One can always turn their own bleeding hands
To cover their sad eyes,
To block their hopeful ears,
To silence their sobbing mouth…
But one can never resist
The urge to take a peak,
The temptation to listen,
The desperate need to cry…
It’s human instinct;
Nobody can turn away from fact,
As hard as we try,
We still have to meet the sad realization…
And look at what we’ve done.
Kate: I sent you pictures of my new glasses- don’t you just love ‘em!?
Alphadingo: But they don’t suit you?
Kate: Is that a question?
Alphadingo: A statement, actually. My misuse of the question mark is noticed quite often.
Kate: I don’t get it o.O
Alphadingo: In this context the question mark is indicating inquiry of the statement previous.
Kate: English please?
Alphadingo: I’m confused as to why you’ve been so excited about getting these glasses when they don’t suit you.
Kate: They looked good by them self… wait; is that a real context?
Alphadingo: No idea. Makes sense, though?
Kate: There you go again!!!
