Tell me your story.


when someone comes over 

to tell you their story 

of how they are so very afraid

you wonder...

why is no one taking a stand?

can't we just stand hand in hand?

why can't we have peice, justice

why must it

be forever we wait to hear a story 

because people are afraid to tell the world of their hardships?

why should it be that only one can have glory?

why must it be 

that someone must come up to you and tell you their story of 

unsolved anti-peice 

just because no one else will listen?

queenlalaladaisy

VT

15 years old

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    when you can't feel it?
    Why will it remind you of 
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  • Empty

    The person is empty 
    the person with no identity 
    the one with no personality 
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  • Understanding

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    a sunny snow day haunts me
    the serenity 
    Feels too cliche 
    to enjoy
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    because winter can be long and dark