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Talking never helps,
Not to you.
Not to anyone else.
We can speak for hours,
But we are moving in circles,
Chasing our tails,
While we spin our tales,
Only wasting time.
Never on the same page,
Never in the same book,
Never on the same shelf,
Never in the same library.
You never understand.
And I never understand why.
Not to you.
Not to anyone else.
We can speak for hours,
But we are moving in circles,
Chasing our tails,
While we spin our tales,
Only wasting time.
Never on the same page,
Never in the same book,
Never on the same shelf,
Never in the same library.
You never understand.
And I never understand why.
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Hitler's Dream
Hitler's Dream
Blonde hair
Blue eyes
I'll create
the perfect race
one free of the flaws
I see every morning in the mirror
Black hair
Brown eyes
stare out emptily
from the glass that never lies
I hate myself, so I'll hate you
make you suffer as I do
if you are not
my perfect face
you'll feel my pain
you'll feel my hate
you'll burn and choke
on my poisoned flames
I'll make you mine
I'll break the mirror
I'll create a mold
of perfect reflections
so I'll never see myself
staring back at me
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I am not my illness.
I am not my illness.
Keira, 16
I've had depression for three years, and I used to hate the way my illness had changed me. I thought I could never be the girl I used to be. But my psychologist helped me to see that my illness can never change the inner me. In the end, I will have changed I will be stronger for this battle but my central values and the things that make me 'me' will always remain the same.
I am not my illness.
Mark, 23
I have schizophrenia. People call me crazy, and avoid me, because I hear voices and talk to them. Maybe I am crazy sometimes, when I have an episode. But I'm not always crazy. I may be schiz
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Holocaust
Holocaust
Twenty steps. Now, nineteen steps,
Each step brings me to my death.
I see chimneys spewing smoke.
To the dark sky it rises.
To the front, the pit of hell.
People lined single file
Crying before they're consumed.
Struggling. Burning. Dying.
To the left, a steel wall
Guarded by thick steel thorns,
"Abandon all hope" they say.
To the right, Germans watching
And waiting for us to be burned.
If one escapes, they will kill
With their guns. They are like beast.
"Abandon all hope" they say.
Fifteen steps. Now fourteen steps,
Should I die by the fire?
Or run and be killed by guns?
Eleven steps. Now, ten ste
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I knooooow what you mean. Talking just never really gets to the point. beautiful poem btw!