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Are your social worker in that horse?

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Why I have to live in this hell?

They scream and I can't tell

Wish for the day that I can move away

Wish to go back for those days, that we were a happy family

They fight like Kids

And I alredy think like an adult

I have to take the reponsability

To the thing's going throught

But I'm just a child.

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“The mystery of human existence lies not in just staying alive, but in finding something to live for.”

― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

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Scream

Sometimes I want to scream

Without anyone calling the police

Or thinking I am insane

Sometimes

When the brain fog sets in

And doing anything to relieve

The battle happening in me

Is a struggle

The easiest release would be to

Scream

Scream for all the things I have done wrong

Scream for all the pain inflicted on me

Scream for all the things that I cannot control

Scream for every sleepless night and endless day

I want to scream

Until every wrong feel right

And I can go back to being

Who I want to be

Until it is socially acceptable

I will just coast until my mind

Decides to some back to me

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He changed his mind.

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the incandescent glow of your soul

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make more art. write bad poetry. paint and make a mess. take pictures of your friends, your dog, nature, everything. make art and love it; not because it's good but because it makes you happy. best quote I've ever read.

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“What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.” ― Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

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Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner/Jaun beaur

Almost, Almost, almo...

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And again

With every courtesy you give me

I feel the ghosts swinging inside me again

Dancing in my troubled mind.

And again I die.

Without my permission they guide me

They display hostilities and show me the probabilities

Then I'm in the void again, I float.

And again I suffer, I lose my breath.

I see myself drowning in the mud, losing my mind.

And again i die.

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Cool breeze dances through the wind

Waves roll across the friendly sand

Sun burns in hot blazing flame

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"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for."