UnhumaneWhy do we fight eachother, No matter what the color, We are all made with the same, Tissue and bone found in this game,Unhumane
For life is too short, Yet, we can't seem to sort, All the differences that we hold, And our hearts only grow cold,
Why must we label one another, And chose to call certain people a brother, Don't we both have a heart and soul, And a stomach that we try to keep full,
And cry when we were wronged, Or even if we heard a sad song, It doesn't matter what i do, Because the way your life goes...is up to you
sadnessHere i sit in the shadows and write, About everything that one would fright, Why do i have a sorrowful pain, And can do anything but gain, I have not gone through much, But have already contain pain that can crush, There are many that share the heavy heart, They wish that they could restart, Which could prevent that which hurt them, Instead of having a broken flower stem, Everyone has to pay, A certain part each day, No matter how big or small, Even if it was just a simple phone call, That which comes to us not, Must mean there is a battle to be fought,sadness
The possible goodbye
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~AJDavis <-- go on have a click!!
anyways, well done to you.
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SEX.
ha ha, made you look.
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"Marines know how to use their bayonets. Army bayonets may as well be paper-weights. "
Navy Times; November 1994
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If this is all the Love my Spirit can give....There is not a reason more to live,
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All I have are faded memories, feelings from my broken yesterday,
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All the tears I've cried
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For all the things i wish to do,
Everyone wishes that i flew,
And fall into the darkness' end,
For no one would have to deal with me then