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The Things I Carry
You told me once when we talked about the things we carried
That I was a little too vague
And I thought then, and still do now
That it's because I'm a little too vague
The things I carry aren't set in stone
They are abstract and unsure and hard to put to words
They are feelings and thoughts only half-formed
They are like lines of a poem never quite heard
So, I carry the snippets of long-he...
Tuesday 29th November 2022 11:33 pm
This Place That We Call Earth
This Place That We Call Earth
Have you ever seen a grown man cry?
Have you ever seen someone homeless ask you why?
Have you ever looked in the eyes of a child?
Have you ever seen a kid run and hide?
So many people in this world have so much FEAR instilled in them.
Constantly always going for the win.
Have you ever taken the time out from your life to wonder why?
Have y...
Friday 8th May 2015 6:56 am
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