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red scars on skin,
hieroglyphic tales of battles fought,
the subtle hidden truth of the war behind closed doors,
to others the marks of anguish crying, save me,
to some the battle scars that scream, im alive,
trophy marks of battles won,
a permanent reminder of our struggle,
a single solitary thought to ring out,
im a survivor
hieroglyphic tales of battles fought,
the subtle hidden truth of the war behind closed doors,
to others the marks of anguish crying, save me,
to some the battle scars that scream, im alive,
trophy marks of battles won,
a permanent reminder of our struggle,
a single solitary thought to ring out,
im a survivor
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Dreamed a Little Dream
Dreamed a Little Dream
I am the river, still and tranquil, the moon creating diamonds of my surface.
I drift, and sift, brushing ever so softly against the sandy shore.
The soil so bibulous, porous, drinks me in with a purpose, of sustaining the life that it grows.
I seep around the rocks and the past, to be touched by something more.
The root of a tree finds what it needs, and participates in my potation.
I do not feel used, its much more mutualistic.
I nourish, it grows, then we both are witness to my transformation.
A vein in a leaf, I feel a cool breeze, and we dance apart, but together.
The sun shines through me and I feel it again, a ch
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Believe in a Thing Called Love
Finding someone who you truly love is finding the hidden parts of your own entity while they help you extract it from
the depths of your own self-doubt.
The thought of wonders of another soul that matched your beating hearts’ pulses seemed so far-fetched that you reminded yourself every chance you got that love was for other people, and that you would never find it.
That you were beyond the care of a single person in this world.
Because you believed that the real grandiose being that is yourself was too dull and too different for love to ever find it’s way into your narrow path of self-loathing.
People would tell you all the ti
Literature
The Beauty within song
Griffen Hartley
2/11/17
The Beauty within song
Hey everyone Blade here this song was sung by Pierre in the very first nevertales, so without further a do here’s the song so enjoy:
Pierre: I must send my love away
Pierre: to protect her from my rage.
Pierre: The greatest price I must pay.
Pierre: Heart to heart, page by page,
Pierre: you must guard her from all harm.
Pierre: Please keep our angel safe and warm.
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I like this, the feeling is well captured in words. Stay safe though.