Thoughts in a Drain I am dying.I can feel the life slowly leaving my body.But I fight it.I do not want to die. Not like this.Not after all i've been through.How did I get here?I can't quite remember.All I can think of is the coldAnd the water lapping against my body.Pulling.But I fight it.With all my strength I pull against it.I can't let it take me.Though it is so hard to breath.So dark, and so cold.I beg one more timeTo feel the night airThe joy of dancing on the windThe beauty of landing on a leaf to rest.If I follow the water into the darknessIf I let it take meI will never see these things again.I will die here.
The Perfect World People say that in a perfect worldThere would be no war.But does that mean that in that worldThere'd be nothing worth fighting for?They say there'd be no pain, no hunger and no strife.For a moment it sounds wonderful, just like the perfect life.But if we never suffer loss,How can we feel complete?If we never knew what hunger was,Appreciate to eat?If we never had things taken from us,We would never have to give.And if we KNEW there was a HeavenWould we even want to live?The good and bad must coexist To make our lives worthwhileFor unless you know a frown,How can you know a smile?
Nameless, Faceless They say people are like snowflakes,Each an individual.But they are all still snowflakes,And like a white blanket over the town,A mass of people is faceless.They come in only a few general models,Maybe five or ten to start,Some male, some female, various ages and sizes.Some come in working clothes,And are placed in post-apocalyptic office buildings.They represent all 6 billion.That middle aged man is all middle aged men,And that young woman all young women.When they run at you, will you take the timeTo notice they all wear the same brand of shoe?They focus on the living, the survivors.The story is theirs, not t
You Can't Understand You can't understand until you've been where we've been,Until you've known who we've known.You saw, and you can pretend to know,And you can smile at us, call us childish, call us silly.But you will never know the feelingOf flying for the first time on a broomstickRight alongside the boy who lived.You will never know the fear of running through the Forbidden Forest,Chased by monstrous things.You will never know the love of a family of redheaded wizards,Nine members strong.Not like we know.You didn't laugh at the twin's jokes,Or cry with Harry at the loss of a Godfather,As if he was your own.You did not grow up alo
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