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Okay, back to doing circuits homework. -_-

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Teddy Roosevelt’s diary entry from the day his wife died. He never spoke of her death again.

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Music is the expression of the movement of the waters, the play of curves described by changing breezes.

-Claude Debussy (via eaubear258)

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The Last Girl

There was a girl

who made my heart

wish it had never pounded

and I lament in its honor

because craving something so hopeless

only sinks the unsinkable ship

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She was the most incredible

yet she knew not so

and when I tried to tell her

what she meant

she brushed it off

like I was spewing

nonsense

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I was always disposable

so when I confessed my love

she withdrew from

our mild conversations

our wild adventures

Oh, her beguiling smiles

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Now I see the fairer sex to be

a potential black hole

a trap for the tired remnants

that used to make up

my heart

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They crave only

to sweep up

and incinerate it

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...so it may never beat again

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Sumida River at Dusk (By 45tmr)

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vincent van gogh 

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I want this to go viral

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Grave for the Brave

In a quiet little town

the news of the war will spread

they’ll hear about the planes shot down

and the total count of the dead

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In this town lives a woman

whose husband was lost in war

and all she has left in life

are her three beloved sons

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Feel free to bulldoze her home

if you need a little space

Be brutal like in the times of Rome

In this race there’s no need to pace

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And if you have a need for more men

mother has raised a fine three

If you must come back here without them

then that’s the way it must be

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Since the story is told by the victor

to win is the only goal

You can kidnap from mom and evict her

but the war will take its toll

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Send the boys away to their base

to receive their basic training

Here they must learn to kill without taste

and to hide in their trench while it’s raining

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Now they can be shipped away to France

to fen for themselves and to get the chance

to fight for this country-so great, so fair

or struggle to grasp a breath of air

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The waves crash against the hull

and the brave three begin to pray

Fear is boiling its way to the top

as the troops make their way

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The shore line is now full in sight

and the boys know now what must be done

they must jump in faith and fight

or be shot and killed while the others run

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But by the time the boys had reached north side

all three had been shot in the head or the heart

The boys will float with the crimson tide

drifting further and further apart

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Since the story is told by the winner

the greed of men will flourish

Mom will prepare a fine dinner

but there will be no kin to nourish

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Poem for Those who Self Harm

I fell victim to sinister ways

I wake to nothing but a permanent daze

I’ll admit over time, my composure’s grown thin

And I believe my lies have cast me to sin

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You can see it in my face

You can hear it through my words

If only you could read my mind

You’d see all there is to find

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All that I’m hiding from you

I wonder what you’d say

Had you seen the way I live

Would you turn the other way?

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I don’t know how you’d stay

For even I have gone

Already departed from my own body

Vanished into song

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But finally I see an opportunity

Waving right in front of my face

And finally internal unity

Shall bestow its wonderful grace

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Now I can cease to hurt you

And I can stop harming myself

We may now show our true virtue

A gift that will pay for itself

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baby fawn sleeping with its dead mother 

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I drift in and out

sleeping soundlessly

and waking deep

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In an ocean

of foreign blue

I try not to panic

But it's no use

I lose myself

in the current

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Twisting and turning

I've lost all control

of my motion,

it comes as a relief

after such a long time

worrying

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I hear you

shouting

"oh my god, stay right th-"

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I plunge into the dark

Not living nor dying

Neither laughing nor crying

Down,

down,

down,

and away

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The Ballad of a Breakup

You led me into a double cross

You spilled my blood but it's not your loss

You threw me in with the hounds

Just to hear the pleasing sounds

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You pulled me in from the hail

Only to throw me into your jail

Of solace, of solace

A prison, so lawless

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I was sitting alone in my battered shack

Not loving life, but not hating it either

Hearing the smacking lips of Mac

Right next door, through the thin walls

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Then you swoop down and grab me

Like a hawk grabs its prey

You didn't need me but you were feeling greedy

Stealing my time, taking from the needy

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But when it all goes too far

When your conscience begins to wane

When I discover what you truly are

You can't help but know 

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(I have moved on)

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Time That We Borrow

Oh, crystal ball

will I see past the wall?

will I search for more?

will I heed the call?

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Oh, withered antique

will I learn to care?

will I choose to speak?

will they cease to stare?

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I've been trapped by sorrow,

been captured by pain

some pills to swallow-

to keep it at bay

I look to tomorrow

to get through the day

It's all time that we borrow

for which we must pay

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To such grey death

have I been cast

Every breath

more dull than the last

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I've yearned for you

to bring me back

A change in hue,

my shell to crack

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A joyous child

I used to be

Now tender nor mild

and least of all free

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Claude Debussy - Suite Bergamasque: 4. Passapied (1890)

Performed by Francois-Joel Thiollier

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America of the future imagined in the 1910s - 1930s